New World with Four Husbands

Chapter 692: A grumpy Coco

The day passed by, the hours rolling by quickly before Coco realized that it was already dark.

"It’s getting late." Coco pointed out, leaning herself away from the kitchen counter and stretched her limbs, her arms shooting up above her head. "How about we continue this tomorrow? Get some rest."

Bob hummed and nodded his head. "Very well. I’ll be waiting at my workshop. Please stop by."

"I will." Coco smiled, leaning her weight against the back of her chair and throwing her right arm at the back of Heiren’s chair. "You own a furniture shop, right? As long as it’s mostly in dark colors, such as brown, black, and grey, then I’ll take it."

"I’ll keep those furniture out of the display then." Bob stated, his lips curling into a pleased smile.

"Great, sounds like we have a plan." Coco chuckled, pushing herself off the chair which made Bob do the same. "I’ll walk you to the door. It would be bad manners if I don’t see you out of the house."

"There’s no need for that, my lady." Bob quickly interjected, waving his hands and shooting a distress glance at Heiren’s way.

But the mediator simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled. His wife wanted to be considerate and see him off, what’s so wrong about that? It’s not like she will do something greater than that.

As if responding to the distress call of the craftsman, Cleora walked inside the kitchen with Zaque trailing.

"Bob, it’s time for you to go." The older woman called, making the craftsman spring to his feet and grab his papers that were askew on top of the kitchen counter.

"Yes, madam!" Bob answered, clutching his papers to his chest and rushing towards Cleora.

"Ah, what kind of person would I be?" Cleora hummed and turned in her heels. "Allow me to walk you out. It’s the least I could do after having to listen to my daughter’s desired look regarding her house."

"Oh, no, there’s no need, Your Grace! Your daughter was considerate and kind—" Bob gasped, his eyes widening when he realized that Cleora just called Coco her child.

He whipped his head to look at Coco, his gaze focusing on her face that looked— which he noticed just now because he looked closely, quite identical to Cleora’s, like she was a carbon copy of the Duchess.

How can two unrelated people look so identical to each other?

Bob’s lips closed and opened like a fish, making Cleora raise an eyebrow and with a simple gesture of her hand, her knights grasped the craftsman’s arms and gently led him out of the house.

Cleora shot a glance at Coco’s way, hoping that after a few hours of being away from each other, her anger had simmered down.

But to her disappointment, Coco has her back turned to her.

Cleora sighed and walked away, accepting that it will take an awful time for Coco to forgive her for what she did.

Zaque watched as Cleora walked out of the house, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He turned to the kitchen and walked inside, his boots clacking softly against the floor as he approached his wife’s turned back.

"What’s going on, Coco?" The mediator asked, his hand shooting out to rest on her shoulder. "You’ve been ignoring your mother since this morning. What happened up there?"

Heiren shot Zaque a look, which Zaque simply shook his head to.

Coco didn’t answer, but she leaned her head to the side and pressed her cheek on Zaque’s hand, making the mediator feel her soft skin against his.

"She.. She did something unforgivable." She mumbled, finally speaking after a few seconds.

Zaque’s and Heiren’s heart clenched at the sound of Coco’s voice, her tone dripping with reluctance and exhaustion— like the tone that is used by people who was tired of everything.

It’s not pleasant to hear from their wife.

"You don’t have to tell us." Heiren murmured, resting his hand on her thigh and squeezing there, making Coco look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"I didn’t want to tell you in the first place." Coco grumbled, tearing her gaze away from him again. "I don’t want you guys to see mama in a different light.. So just.. Just keep treating her how you have been treating her."

Just as she finished saying that, Quizen, Alhai, and Kairo walked inside the kitchen.

The smell of cooked food floated in the air and reached Coco’s nose, making her perk up in her seat and snap her attention to the direction where the smell came from.

Then, her nose scrunched up and her hand shot up to her mouth.

She pushed Zaque away from her and she sprung to her seat, her legs propelling forward and brushing past the three newly arrived men.

"Coco?" Kairo called, eyes wide with worry.

Zaque rushed across the room to follow his wife, but Kairo shoved the basket he was carrying into his arms and ran outside of the house to follow Coco instead.

The hybrid found Coco hunched beside the gates, her hand pressed against the pillar and she was heaving.

"Oh, fuck, my stomach—" She hissed, but she ended up hurling forward and throwing up the content of her stomach, the sound of her retching her guts out making Kairo anxious.

"D-Do you need a hand?" He asked, shifting in his feet and keeping his eyes on her hunched form.

"Blergh!" Coco kept throwing up, her abdominal walls starting to ache as she did so, but she couldn’t stop.

The smell of the food they bought with them made her feel incredibly nauseous.

"Coco.." Kairo mumbled, taking a step forward and steeling his resolve. "Are you sick? Do you want me to get something for you—"

However, his feet froze in place when he got close enough to Coco.

Coco spit out the saliva that somehow gathered at the bottom of her mouth in a matter of seconds and turned her head to look at the hybrid.

"What?" She huffed.