Chapter 586
Chapter 586:
Once they were gone, Delaney exhaled softly before slipping the bank card into Bonnie’s hand.
Bonnie hesitated, her hand hovering before she tucked the card into her purse with a grateful nod. Her gaze flicked toward the kitchen, where the young couple had vanished. Lowering her voice, Bonnie leaned closer. “Delaney, I hope you won’t mind me saying this. Helena’s a striking woman, no doubt. But her career consumes her. How can she truly be there for Alden? If he were just an average guy, maybe it wouldn’t matter. But Alden’s running Star Wish Investments, a titan in Cheson’s business world, while fending off that troublemaker Zayden. By the end of the day, he’s bone-tired. He needs someone who can either stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him in that world or wrap her life around his—someone to care for him, to ease his burdens p>
Bonnie’s words sank into Delaney’s chest, stirring a restless unease. Helena and Alden were equals in status, their families cut from the same cloth. But Helena’s heart wasn’t in business, and the Harrison family showed no interest in bolstering Alden’s endeavors. Their so-called matched standing felt hollow.
And could Helena devote herself to taking care of Alden?
Delaney pictured her son’s grueling days and Helena’s even busier schedule. Who was truly looking after whom in this marriage? Her brow furrowed as she mulled it over.
Bonnie caught the shadow crossing Delaney’s face and knew her point had landed. With a polite excuse, she slipped away, leaving her words to linger.
In the kitchen, Alden and Helena moved with practiced ease, undaunted by their privileged upbringings. Hardships had taught them resilience, and they navigated the space like old friends, chopping vegetables and stirring pots. Laughter spilled between them, mingling with the hiss of oil and the rush of water, filling the room with warmth.
The kitchen staff, dismissed for the evening, hovered near the doorway, stealing glances at the scene. Their whispers carried a fond admiration. “Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are so in sync,” one murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. “Like they were made for each other p>
Another nodded, her eyes soft. “I’ve seen plenty of rich couples, all polished on the outside but cold as stone behind closed doors. Not these two. They’re different p>
“Mrs. Wilson’s lucky,” a third added, her voice low, “Mr. Wilson treats her like she’s his whole world p>
𝖕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼: gⲁ․𝗅․𝗇․𝗈․ν․𝖊․𝗅․𝘀⸱𝗈𝗆
The praise floated past Alden and Helena, who were too absorbed in their shared task to notice.
Delaney, passing by the kitchen, caught the staff’s hushed words. Bonnie’s earlier remarks echoed in her mind, sharp and insistent.
Her son poured his days into work, coming home drained, yet here he was, elbow-deep in cooking beside a wife who matched his pace but not his needs. Where was the comfort he deserved?
Her gaze settled on the couple. Alden, in a checkered apron, whisked eggs with care, pausing to nod at Helena’s quiet instructions. Helena’s laughter rang out as she nudged him playfully, her hands dusted with flour.
Delaney’s lips pressed into a thin line. The staff saw harmony, but she saw something else—a man of rare brilliance, her son, tethered to the mundane by a woman whose ambitions pulled her elsewhere.