His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 147: Just Cut Off Her Feelings

During the whole meal, only Hannah Lowell was eating—Ethan Sinclair hadn’t even touched his chopsticks.

Their relationship was supposed to be mother-in-law and son-in-law.

But anyone watching wouldn’t see it that way.

Hannah was still feeling anxious in her heart. "Um... you suddenly asked about Kiana being afraid of cats—did something happen?"

"No."

Looking at Ethan Sinclair’s cold and handsome face, Hannah put down her chopsticks and sincerely apologized, "Mr. Sinclair, I was the one who drugged you before, Kiana didn’t know anything about it. Please, for the sake of her being by your side all these years, if she’s ever upset you, I hope you..."

Hannah hadn’t even finished before Ethan coldly interrupted her, "You dare mention that again?"

Hannah was instantly too scared to speak.

He’d asked all the questions he needed—Ethan Sinclair didn’t want to see this woman for a second longer.

As he got up to leave, his warning was icy, "If you truly want your daughter to live well in the Sinclair Family, you’d better behave yourself."

Watching Ethan Sinclair’s retreating silhouette, Hannah actually felt a sense of relief.

That Kate Lynch had already woken up, but Ethan still hadn’t mentioned divorce to Kiana. Looks like those three years by his side haven’t been for nothing. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Saying ’a day together as husband and wife brings a hundred days of grace’—and they’ve slept together for over a thousand nights.

No sooner had Ethan gotten into the car than Connor Grant handed him a tablet. "Fifth Master, here’s the video from the cat-dog rescue center."

The only footage was of Kiana Sutton using a stick to push a slab and rescue the cat, as well as a bunch of people coming out to surround her.

"What about the footage from before? How did the cat get trapped under the slab? And how did Kiana find the cat?"

Connor replied, "According to the shelter’s security, the cameras just happened to be down that day. They got a guy to fix them, so all they captured was Young Madam supposedly hitting the cat and the footage after that. Before that, there’s nothing recorded."

Ethan gave a cold snort. "What a coincidence?"

"Fifth Master, someone’s clearly framing Young Madam. You can’t let those bastards who bullied her get away with this."

Ethan shot Connor a frosty look. "You seem pretty concerned about her."

Connor immediately caught the strong scent of jealousy and zipped his lips.

That evening, Ethan Sinclair still had a dinner engagement. The other party was so enthusiastic, he ended up drinking quite a bit.

When he finally got home, he found out that Kiana Sutton hadn’t returned at all.

Ethan’s face instantly turned extremely grim. "Did she tell you where she was going tonight?"

Chelsea Chapman, anxious and nervous, shook her head. "She only said she wouldn’t come back tonight and told me to rest early. When I asked where she was staying, she didn’t answer."

Lovely!

She actually dared to throw a tantrum and not come home.

She was getting bolder by the day!

After everything that happened today, there’s no way Kiana would go back to the old house, or to the Sutton Family. So where would she go?

Ethan Sinclair rubbed his brows in annoyance. Every time things got to this point, he realized how little he knew about Kiana Sutton.

Suddenly, someone occurred to him.

If Kiana Sutton had any friends, it was probably that Joy Morgan woman.

When Joy Morgan got Ethan Sinclair’s call, she was in the hotel, keeping Kiana company as she slept.

With the way Kiana was today, Joy absolutely couldn’t leave her alone in a hotel.

Seeing an unfamiliar number, Joy didn’t pick up at first—she just hung up straight away.

But when the caller called again with relentless persistence, she walked into the bathroom to answer.

"Who is this?"

"Where’s Kiana Sutton?"

She’d only seen Ethan Sinclair once, but as a woman who loved voices, Joy immediately recognized his deep and distinctive tone.

Ethan Sinclair’s voice was clear and noble, like a mountain stream flowing in summer—melodious, but impossible to reach.

Thinking of all the grievances Kiana had endured with him, Joy let out a snort. "She’s your wife—if you don’t even know where she is, how would I?"

"Your mother’s injury hasn’t healed yet, has it? If you don’t want me kicking in your door in the middle of the night, you’ll tell me where Kiana Sutton is right now."

Joy cursed under her breath. This bastard—even dared to threaten her now.

Turning to look at the sleeping Kiana, Joy thought: Kiana might not want to go home, but in her heart, she still cared about Ethan. Still longed for him.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been staring at Ethan’s photo before falling asleep.

After hesitating a long while, Joy finally told Ethan the hotel’s name.

Half an hour later, Ethan Sinclair arrived at the hotel, full of hostility, reeking of alcohol and anger.

Joy eyed Ethan Sinclair and couldn’t help but sigh—whatever his looks, aura or physique, this man was truly one in a million.

No wonder, after all the pain Kiana had endured, she still couldn’t bear to leave him.

"Kiana is inside."

Ethan was about to go in when Joy blocked his way. "President Sinclair, I don’t care how powerful you are—Kiana’s my friend. I just want her to be happy. If you can’t give her that, then just let her go."

Kiana’s love for Ethan Sinclair had gone beyond reason. She knew Ethan’s heart belonged to someone else, but still stubbornly clung on, wishing for just one more day by his side.

She was consciously soaking in a pit of fire, refusing to get out—only hurting herself more and more.

Ethan’s face barely moved. His cool eyes swept over Joy. "Why don’t you convince your friend to let go herself?"

Joy: "..."

If she could make Kiana listen, what would she be doing arguing with him here?

Watching Ethan push inside and close the door behind him, Joy gritted her teeth in anger. She’d changed her mind.

From now on, she wouldn’t try to talk Kiana into leaving Ethan Sinclair. If advice was useless, she might as well teach Kiana how to get him instead.

Once he fell for Kiana, she’d make sure this arrogant man got a good taste of what heartbreak felt like.

As soon as Ethan walked in, he saw Kiana Sutton asleep on the bed.

Brilliant—he’d been busy all day running around for her, but here she was, sleeping soundly.

Ethan was already in a foul mood, and the liquor only made him more irritable.

He not-so-gently nudged Kiana. "Get up."

But at that poke, Kiana didn’t wake—her little face only looked paler.

Whatever she was dreaming about made her frown deeply, writhing the whole time.

Her bloodless lips were parted like she was crying out, but she couldn’t make a single sound.

Watching her agony, her look of despair and collapse, Ethan sobered up a bit. He grabbed her shoulders urgently. "Kiana Sutton, wake up..."

But Kiana seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, no matter how he called, she wouldn’t wake up.

Suddenly, she grabbed his arm tight. Whether it was the familiar scent, or his embrace giving her a sense of security, her mood slowly calmed and she finally quieted down.