Chapter 19: The Show Begins
Midnight Frustrations
Lying in bed, Sonya was seething.
She couldn’t understand Julian.
He was marrying his precious white moonlight—even though she was pregnant with another man’s child—and yet, he was still tormenting her.
Why?
What more did he want from her?
Her phone buzzed.
A strange number.
She hesitated, then answered.
A muffled groan came through the speaker.
“Who is this?” she asked.
A pause. Then—
“It’s me.”
Sonya frowned.
Julian.
Her finger hovered over the end call button.
But before she could hang up, his voice turned urgent.
“If you hang up, I’ll have someone demolish your parents’ house.”
Sonya gritted her teeth.
“Julian, what do you want?”
“My stomach hurts.”
“Stomach aches don’t kill you.”
“I want your yam porridge.”
“Take some medicine.”
“Where’s the medicine?”
“Where it belongs.”
“Come find it for me.”
Sonya clenched her fists.
“Why don’t you just die?”
And then—she hung up.
Warmth and Coldness
Still furious, Sonya poured herself a glass of cold water.
She was about to turn off her phone when Henry’s message popped up.
“It might get colder tomorrow. Dress warmly.”
Sonya’s heart softened.
She typed back—
“How’s the weather there?”
“Pretty cold.”
“Dress warmly too.”
“Okay.”
Unlike Julian, Henry never demanded anything.
She started talking about the renovation, and he listened. Occasionally, he’d give suggestions.
When she mentioned the yard, he simply said—
“Do whatever you like.”
Sonya hesitated.
“The yard is a big change. My friend says I should consult the homeowner first.”
“You’re the homeowner.”
Her breath caught.
“What?”
“It’s your house. And it will be our home.”
Home.
But… she still didn’t feel a sense of belonging.
A Wedding Dress
After discussing the house, Henry brought up the wedding.
“My family is preparing everything. You can start looking at wedding dresses.”
“I’ll send you some pictures. Choose one you like. They’ll make it to your measurements.”
Sonya scrolled through the pictures.
They were all beautiful.
But one caught her eye.
A royal blue satin V-neck gown, studded with tiny diamonds—sparkling like a starry night.
She hesitated. Then sent it to Henry.
And instantly regretted it.
It must be expensive.
He’s still paying off his mortgage.
She decided she’d pay for it herself.
But Henry’s reply was instant.
“You’ll look beautiful in it.”
Sonya stared at the screen.
Her heart… fluttered.
Julian’s Empty Night
Meanwhile, Julian was furious.
He had thrown his phone, making his stomach pain worse.
Seraphina came downstairs, concerned.
She was wearing thin pajamas, and despite his pain, Julian took off his jacket and draped it over her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just a stomach ache.”
“You must have been drinking too much.”
“Lots of business dinners.”
“You should drink less.”
She brought him a cup of hot water.
“Drink some.”
Julian took a sip, but it didn’t warm his heart.
Seraphina yawned.
“Should I stay with you?”
“No.”
“Alright. I’m going to bed then.”
She left.
Julian sat there, gripping the warm cup, but feeling cold inside.
Eventually, he searched for medicine.
He found the cabinet in the living room.
Neatly organized.
At the top, stomach medicine.
Almost expired.
His gaze darkened.
Back then, Sonya had taken care of him.
She made him porridge.
Urged him to soak his feet.
Taught him abdominal massage.
Because of her, his stomach pains disappeared.
But now…
No one cooked for him.
No one cared if he was in pain.
No one was there.
He took the medicine and slumped onto the sofa.
Half-asleep, he mumbled—
“Sonya… give me a blanket.”
He snapped awake.
Slapped his forehead.
What the hell was he thinking?
A New Role to Play
The next morning, Sonya went for a run, contacted the flooring installer, then went to Julian’s villa.
She rang the doorbell for ten minutes before Julian opened it, annoyed.
“What are you doing here?”
Sonya grinned mischievously.
“I got the housekeeper job. I’m here to make breakfast.”
Julian frowned.
“The password’s the same. Open it yourself. Don’t disturb Seraphina and me.”
Sonya smirked.
“You should change it, then. If anything goes missing, I can’t be held responsible.”
She entered the kitchen.
Dusty.
No one had used it since she left.
She started cooking.
By the time breakfast was ready, Julian and Seraphina came downstairs.
Seraphina smiled smugly.
“Sonya, it’s great that you’re here to help.”
Sonya matched her smile.
“I lost my job, no savings, no income. I need to work.”
“Don’t worry, the pay will be good.”
“Of course. Mr. Jennings is generous. Oh, by the way, the soy sauce is almost gone. Mr. Jennings, could you transfer me some money to buy more?”
The room fell silent.
Julian’s eye twitched.
Sonya placed the tomato beef noodle soup on the table—Julian’s favorite.
Seraphina took a bite and frowned.
“Too salty.”
Sonya shrugged.
“Okay.”
Seraphina’s smile widened.
“Have you eaten? You can join us.”
Sonya smirked.
“No, three people would be awkward.”
Seraphina giggled.
“You can eat in the kitchen. That’s what housekeepers do.”
Sonya tilted her head.
“Ah. I almost forgot my status. I’m so out of touch.”
Seraphina’s eyes gleamed.
“It’s okay. You’ll get used to it.”
Sonya hummed, then casually cleaned the pot.
Then—
She pulled out a large, tomato-stained object.
She held it up loudly.
Julian and Seraphina looked over.
Seraphina’s smile vanished.
“Is that a… dishrag?”
Sonya blinked innocently.
“Oh, yes. I used it to wipe the faucet.”
Seraphina and Julian spat out their food.
“Ugh!”
Seraphina gagged, running to the bathroom.
Julian glared.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
Sonya shrugged.
“You’re wrong. I just lack experience. I need to learn.”
She smirked.
The best was yet to come.
