Husband Forgets Me, Who Was Thrown into the Sea, for a Country Bumpkin Chapter 2

The car came to a stop, and Eleanor got out first, walking ahead.

Julian carefully helped Brooke, following behind her. They walked from the entrance to the VIP lounge, attracting countless gazes.

“Wow, that man is so handsome and attentive, constantly supporting his pregnant wife.”

“His wife looks pretty plain, but the woman in sunglasses in front of them is a top-tier beauty!”

“What’s the point of being pretty? She’s still all alone, no one loves her.”

Brooke proudly glanced at the gossiping bystanders, holding her head high, acting every bit the wealthy lady.

These words fell into Eleanor’s ears, every single one of them.

After settling Brooke, Julian sat in the seat next to Eleanor.

“Eleanor, don’t be mad at Brooke. She’s from the countryside, everything is new and exciting to her.”

Eleanor ignored him. He awkwardly covered her with a blanket.

“Ouch!”

Brooke’s gasp came from behind. She clutched her belly, her face pale as she leaned back in her seat.

“I tried to get up to grab a blanket, but I twisted my ankle… It hurts so much…”

Julian’s face changed instantly. He forcefully pushed Eleanor aside.

He half-knelt, gently massaging Brooke’s ankle, his movements as tender as if he were handling a fragile piece of art.

Eleanor’s heart ached, remembering last year when she fell off a swing and sprained her wrist.

Julian had been so heartbroken he’d cried, staying by her side almost constantly until she recovered.

At that moment, she finally believed that love doesn’t die; it simply migrates.

For the next dozen hours, Julian stayed by Brooke’s side.

“Mr. Julian, can you tell the baby a story? He loves listening to them.”

“Okay, little one, Daddy is going to tell you the story of *The Little Prince* today.”

“On a distant planet, lived a little prince… In the end, he decided to return to his beloved rose.”

Only when a tear fell onto her hand did Eleanor realize she was already in tears.

She put on her earphones, swallowed a few sleeping pills indiscriminately, and drifted into a groggy sleep.

She didn't know how long she slept, but her throat felt like it was on fire.

She struggled to get up and pour herself a glass of water, hearing laughter from the back.

“Mr. Julian, who do you think the baby will look like? I hope he looks like you, handsome and dashing… not like me, a country bumpkin.”

Brooke’s voice was soft and boneless.

Julian raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I actually hope he looks like you—kind, soft-hearted, and pure…”

Eleanor glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. Brooke, blushing, leaned against Julian.

They looked like a real couple, eagerly anticipating their unborn child.

The glass of water in Eleanor’s hand *clattered* to the floor, shattering into pieces.

She stooped down to pick it up, but her vision went black, and she fell directly.

Her palm was cut and bleeding from the shards, and the pain made her whole body tremble.

“Eleanor! What’s wrong with you?”

Julian picked her up by the waist and gently placed her in her seat.

Jealousy flashed in Brooke’s eyes. “It’s all my fault for monopolizing Mr. Julian, but Mrs. Julian, you shouldn’t hurt yourself to get his attention.”

At her words, a flicker of doubt entered Julian’s eyes.

He pulled out a tissue and pressed it to Eleanor’s bleeding palm, but his words were accusatory.

“If you wanted something, you could have just told me. Why pull a stunt like this?”

“I came with you to the Paris Fashion Show, and I bought you the jewelry you liked. What else are you not satisfied with?”

Eleanor looked over his shoulder at Brooke, who was watching her with cold eyes, not a trace of the country woman’s simplicity left.

Julian followed her gaze to Brooke, who immediately put on an innocent, bewildered expression.

Julian frowned. “You fell and hurt your hand. Are you blaming Brooke for that too?”

Eleanor pulled back her still-bleeding hand, her words crumbling into a choked sob on her tongue.

“Julian, do you really think I’m such a despicable person?”