Chapter 636: Thoughts
Autumn sat in the silent house, staring outside with a worried heart. She had insisted on coming back alone, but now she was regretting it as her thoughts tormented her. Initially, her concern had been that something terrible had happened to Gabe, fearing it had been orchestrated by Savoy or perhaps even Elena. But everything changed when she saw the surveillance video of Gabe driving into that woman’s house. The sight of it caused something inside her to shrivel.
Now, she was scared for an entirely different reason. What if she lost Gabe to that woman? The thought gnawed at her, and she felt a profound sense of dread. The only thing that gave her a sliver of hope was seeing Gabe leave the mansion after a few minutes, apparently alone. However, the tension on his face had been evident both times he appeared on the footage.
Even so, the expressions on everyone’s faces only made her fears multiply. Ian and Demetri had both reassured her that if Arabelle was indeed alive, Gabe would not return to her if he had assured Autumn otherwise. Yet, she had seen the doubt in their eyes, a flicker of uncertainty that they couldn’t fully hide. Worse still, there was sympathy directed toward her, an unspoken acknowledgment of the precariousness of her situation.
As she looked around the kitchen, she couldn’t help but wonder if her love was even strong enough to hold him.
Unexpectedly, the ringing of the doorbell broke her reverie. She stood up hurriedly and raced toward the door, her heart pounding with the hope that it might be Gabe. However, it wasn’t Gabe who stood there but Nora and Isabella, their faces etched with concern.
"We got soup. You haven’t eaten in hours." Nora said briskly as she placed the container on the table.
Suddenly, Autumn felt like crumbling. She knew Nora and Isabella had come to take care of her, yet she couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was out of pity. She didn’t want their pity; she wanted to be strong. She was strong!
"I’m fine. I’m not hungry. You can go," she said, trying to muster as much firmness as she could.
"No, we can’t go," Isabelle answered briskly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She walked into the kitchen with purposeful steps, followed closely by Nora.