The Fireworks Weren’t for Me, the Baby Wasn’t Mine Chapter 10

The Fireworks Weren’t for Me, the Baby Wasn’t Mine Chapter 10

Harrison had been with Scarlett Brooks for the 

past few days. 

However, he was somewhat distracted, reaching 

for his phone several times to text Madeline, but 

seeing the empty chat log, his pride wouldn’t let 

him be the first to reach out. 

He had told her to pick a house, but there had 

been no news. 

He thought she was still sulking, waiting for him to 

go and coax her personally. 

“Mr. Sterling, please see which one you’d like to 

choose.” The real estate agent spread out the 

blueprints. 

“They all meet your requirements: large area, great 

natural light, and a private garden.” 

“It’s perfect for your wife to spend her pregnancy.” 

Scarlett blushed. 

Harrison flipped through the papers and said 

offhandedly, “She isn’t my wife.” 

Scarlett’s smile froze instantly. 

Her hand hung in the air; she didn’t know whether to grab Harrison’s arm or just let it drop. 

The agent coughed awkwardly: “So, Mr. Sterling, which one do you prefer?” 

Harrison pulled out the blueprint for the largest 

one. 

“This one.” 

“She likes gardening, so this sun–facing garden is 

perfect. We also need to leave a space in the yard 

for a swing set for Leo.” 

Scarlett felt a tightening in her chest. 

“Harrison, there’s no need to buy her such a big 

house.” 

“Just getting her something for appearances 

should be enough…” 

Harrison’s expression darkened. 

“This is all because of you anyway.” 

“And Scarlett, this is my family matter. The 

prerequisite for my indulgence is that you do not 

interfere in my life.” 

“You are, after all, just someone I’m keeping.” 

The atmosphere turned stagnant. 

Scarlett fell back on her usual tactic, bowing her 

head and looking as if she were about to burst 

into tears. 

Harrison felt a strange wave of irritability. 

He waved his hand, signaling the agent to get the 

contract signed quickly. 

Several days passed, all procedures were 

completed, and the house was successfully 

registered in Madeline’s name. 

But the woman still hadn’t contacted him. 

Harrison grew increasingly uneasy, and finally, he 

gave in and drove to the hospital. 

When he aggressively pushed open the door to the 

patient room, he saw only an empty bed. 

“Where is she?” 

He grabbed a passing nurse. 

The nurse peered inside and said, confused, “She 

was discharged days ago.” 

“Did the family not know?” 

The bouquet Harrison was holding fell to the floor. 

Right then, his screen flashed with a single 

notification. 

Madeline Vance had sold the estate he had just 

bought for her.