Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time novel Chapter 456

Maggie gave a small nod in agreement. Just as she was about to speak, Franklin quickly added, “No need to hurry. We can always come back later to pick more.”

“…Alright,” Maggie replied softly, feeling relieved by his calm tone.

The estate was well known not only for its orchards but also for its sprawling vineyards and apple trees. It was the height of harvest season, and the golden fields of corn and peanut plants stretched out widely at the base of the gentle hill.

After gathering pomegranates and peaches, Isabella eagerly tugged Maggie’s hand, leading her toward the grapevines. The two of them moved through the rows, plucking clusters of ripe grapes under the warm afternoon sun.

Once they finished, Isabella, with a sparkle in her eyes, decided to try her hand at making fruit drinks, guided patiently by the estate staff.

The manager approached with a friendly smile. “Our winemaker is here today,” he informed them. “If Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Miller are interested, you’re welcome to pick grapes yourselves and even try making some wine.”

Before Maggie could respond, Isabella’s enthusiasm burst out, “That sounds like so much fun!”

But soon after finishing her drink, fatigue caught up with Isabella. She nestled into Maggie’s arms, her eyelids heavy, mumbling sleepily about wanting to pick corn, pull peanuts, and catch fish in the pond.

Noticing Maggie struggling to hold the little girl, Franklin stepped over and gently took Isabella into his arms. “You’re tired, sweetheart. Sleep first. We’ll do those things when you wake up,” he said softly.

“Okay…” Isabella yawned, her voice trailing off as she soon drifted into sleep cradled in his arms.

Franklin turned to the manager. “Please prepare a room for us.”

The manager nodded, smiling warmly. “It’s ready. Please follow me.”

Franklin glanced back at Maggie. “Let’s go.”

Maggie, who had been running around the hills with Isabella for hours, felt utterly exhausted. She welcomed the thought of resting. But when Franklin requested only one room, she hesitated for a moment, curious.

The estate was clearly designed with high-profile guests in mind. The villa’s interior was spacious, elegantly furnished, and impeccably maintained.

When they ascended the stairs and entered the room, Maggie immediately understood why Franklin had asked for just one.

The suite was a family-style room, featuring three bedrooms and plenty of open space to move around comfortably.

After showing them inside, the manager quietly excused himself.

Franklin turned to Maggie with a gentle expression. “You must be tired. Get some rest.”

“I will… I’ll sleep next to Isabella,” Maggie replied, her voice soft.

Franklin smiled warmly. “Of course.”

His eyes seemed to say, Do you really think I’d delay the divorce on purpose if I had the time?

She knew deep down he wouldn’t. If anything, he wanted the divorce as much as she did, maybe even more.

“There are clean robes in the wardrobe. Get some rest,” Franklin added.

Without waiting for her to respond, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Maggie stood still for a moment, then opened the wardrobe, changed into the fresh clothes, and washed her face to freshen up.

Lying down beside Isabella, she quickly drifted into a deep sleep, feeling the exhaustion wash over her.

It seemed like she had slept for a long time.

When she finally woke, Isabella was gone.

She changed her clothes and stepped into the living room, where she found only Franklin waiting.

Hearing her footsteps, Franklin turned toward her with a gentle smile. “Awake?” he asked quietly.