Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 145

Opening the front door, Hazel immediately spotted someone sitting on the living room sofa.

Beatrice sat there in a vintage tailored jacket, her hair immaculately styled, blowing gently on a steaming cup of tea.

Hearing the door, she looked up, her face instantly breaking into a wide smile as she set her cup down and hurried toward the entryway.

"Hazel, you're home."

Hazel paused in surprise. "Beatrice, what brings you here?"

Beatrice walked over and took Hazel's hand, her warm, dry palms fully enveloping hers.

She looked Hazel up and down, her gaze briefly snagging on the bandage wrapped around her lower leg. She frowned slightly but smoothed her expression immediately, acting as if she hadn't noticed.

"I missed you both, so I came to visit." She patted the back of Hazel's hand. "Julian has been so busy with work lately and neglected you. I decided to move in for a little while. You don't mind, do you?"

Hazel offered a polite smile. "Of course not."

She knew exactly why Beatrice had moved in. Every time they met, the conversation inevitably circled back to having a baby, a relentless pressure that started at the dinner table and didn't end until they said goodbye at the door. Hazel had endured it so many times she could just let it go in one ear and out the other. She would smile and nod, while completely ignoring the actual words.

Julian's heart wasn't in this marriage anyway, and with the divorce papers due in a few days, enduring a little nagging didn't bother her. Besides, Julian likely had zero interest in having a child at this point either.

"I'm going upstairs to shower," Hazel said with a smile.

"Go right ahead."

Beatrice watched Hazel disappear around the staircase landing, her smile dimming slightly.

She sat back down on the sofa and looked up at Julian, who was standing nearby.

"Come here, Julian."

Julian walked over and sat beside her. Beatrice placed her teacup onto the glass coffee table with a sharp clink.

"You two have been married for so long. Why don't you have a child yet? When your father was your age, you were already running around the yard."

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