Chapter 584

—- Chapter 456 Maggie nodded. Before she could say anything, Franklin added, “No need to rush. We can come back to pick more later.” “All right.” The estate also grew grapes and apples. It was harvest season, and there were wide corn and peanut fields at the foot of the hill. After picking pomegranates and peaches, Isabella pulled Maggie along to pick grapes. Once they finished, Isabella made fruit drinks under the staff’s guidance. The manager said, “The estate’s winemaker is here today. If Mr. Wilson and Mrs.

Miller are interested, you can pick grapes and make wine yourselves.” Before Maggie could reply, Isabella spoke up. “That —- sounds fun.” But soon after finishing her drink, she was tired. She curled up in Maggie’s arms, half-asleep, still murmuring about wanting to pick corn, pull peanuts, and catch fish in the pond. Seeing Maggie struggling to hold her, Franklin came over and took Isabella from her arms. “You’re tired. Sleep first. We’ll do those things when you wake up.” “Okay…” Isabella yawned and soon fell asleep in his arms. Franklin turned to the manager.

“Prepare a room for us.” The manager smiled. “It’s ready. Please follow me.” Franklin nodded, then looked back at Maggie. “Let’s go.” Maggie had been running around the hills with Isabella for a while and was exhausted. She also wanted to rest. But when she heard Franklin only ask for one room, she paused. —- The private estate was clearly designed for high-profile guests. The villa’s interior was spacious and beautifully kept. When they went upstairs and entered the room, Maggie understood why Franklin had asked for only one. It was a family suite, with three bedrooms and plenty of space.

After showing them in, the manager left quietly. Franklin turned to Maggie. “You must be tired. Get some rest.” “All right… I’ll sleep with Isabella.” Franklin smiled. “Sure.” He carried Isabella to the bed, took off her shoes, and went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe her face. Maggie stood by, watching him care for Isabella. When he finished, Franklin looked at her. “You should —- rest too.” “..Okay.” She hesitated, glanced at the sleeping Isabella, and said softly, “About the divorce papers…” “I’ve made time in my schedule.

I’ll contact you as soon as it’s ready.” Maggie frowned. “You can’t even spare half an hour?” Franklin gave a small, helpless smile and didn’t answer. The look in his eyes seemed to say, Do you really think I’d delay the divorce on purpose if I had time? No, she knew he wouldn’t. He wanted the divorce even more than she did. Franklin said, “There are clean robes in the wardrobe. Get some rest.” Without waiting for her reply, he turned and left, closing the door gently behind him. Maggie stood still for a moment, then opened the —- wardrobe, changed, and washed her face.

When she lay down beside Isabella, she quickly drifted off to sleep. It felt like she slept for a long time. When she woke up, Isabella was gone. She changed clothes and stepped out into the living room, where she found only Franklin. Hearing her footsteps, Franklin turned with a smile. “Awake?”