After Ian left, Wesley tried calling Eunice, but to no avail. Great, she'd even blocked his number! Ian was such a pain. Eunice had blocked his number, yet he had to drag Wesley down with him. To tell the truth, anyone would be angry about what had happened tonight. If Wesley were Eunice, he would've ignored Ian, too. After half an hour, Wesley nervously walked toward Ian. "Um, Mr. Moore, I can't find Mrs. Moore." Ian sat on the couch with his legs crossed, with one arm resting on the armrest and the other holding a cigarette in his mouth. He took a deep drag, and the rich, acrid stench of tobacco filled the living room. The sharp, pungent smell of the smoke hit Ian right in the chest. For a moment, he couldn't tell if his anguish was caused by the tobacco or his emotions. He squinted slightly, exuding an unrestrained, wild, and bold presence with a dark and subtle undertone, seemingly thinning the surrounding air. He was like a lion, ready to unleash his rage. After a mo
"She's beside me. What's up?" Spencer said over the phone, his voice groggy and husky. He reclined on the bed while holding the phone, which he'd ruthlessly thrown aside last night. He looked down at Lucille, who was curled beside him like a baby, with one hand on his chest and the other around his waist. At this moment, he was entirely absorbed, both emotionally and visually, in the delicate woman lying beside him. Lucille's sleep seemed to be somewhat disturbed as her forehead was creased, probably due to getting woken up by the phone's vibration. Spencer tried to lower his volume as he answered the call. On the other end of the line, Ian was looking for Lucille. He said something to Spencer. Spencer lowered his voice and said emotionlessly, "She's still asleep!" His drowsy, dark eyes were filled with love as he softly caressed Lucille's head, continuously soothing her. Soon, her furrowed brows started to relax. She nuzzled Spencer's waist before going back to sleep. Ia
It was after 10:00 am at Sparrow Residence. December mornings were chilly, but the sun was like a rising crimson fireball, melting the frost away with its warm light. Lucille snuggled into a deep slumber in the warm bed, showing no signs of waking up. Suddenly, she felt breathless as the air in her lungs thinned, as if a large rock was pressing on her body, squeezing the air out of her. She moaned as she woke up in a daze. A slightly cold tongue slid into her mouth, snatching away her remaining breath. Feeling out of breath, Lucille opened her tired eyes and was met with a blurry yet handsome face. She wanted to push him away but found her arms weak, as though they were the arms of an inflatable tube man. Suddenly, the scenes from last night's passionate and intimate moments flashed through her mind. Lucille had no idea when she'd fallen asleep. She only remembered getting carried into the bathroom to clean up in a semi-conscious state. Yet, her cold and aloof husband, Sp
Ian jeered, "What's the matter? Did you have so much fun last night that she can't even walk now? Be careful not to make a habit of staying up late, or you'll have kidney failure one day." Lucille felt her lips twitch, but she remained silent. Spencer also said nothing as the veins in his forehead popped. With her arms wrapped around Spencer's neck, Lucille turned to him, blinking at him. Her eyes seemed to ask, "Why is he this riled up?" Spencer smiled. "Don't worry about him. He's just jealous of how loving we are. Let's get some food first before your stomach gets upset." Lucille said nothing. Spencer then carried her to the dining table. After all, Lucille hadn't taken her breakfast yet. Whatever important issue Ian had could wait. Between his best friend's concerns and his wife's stomach, Spencer prioritized the latter. Seeing that, Ian pressed his lips in annoyance. After ten minutes, Spencer carried Lucille over to the couch. He wanted to have her sit on his lap, b
As soon as Ian left, Lucille went upstairs to grab her phone before going back down. She checked her phone and saw Eunice's missed call. Looking at the time, she realized it was when she'd been getting wild with Spencer. No wonder she hadn't heard the phone ringing. She also noticed several text messages from Eunice and Mavis. Spencer looked at the address written on the text message and squinted. "Is that Creekside Villas?" "Mm-hmm," Lucille casually responded as she replied to the messages. Spencer furrowed his brows and asked, "You even have a house in that area, Mrs. Layton?" Creekside Villas were one of the properties of JM Corporation. They were the golden villas in a prime location, and each 33 units had an owner. Of course, since they were made by JM Corporation, the villas were top-notch, and their prices naturally reflected that. After replying to the messages, Lucille turned to him and smiled. "What's wrong? Are you surprised that I have a house of my own, Mr.
A while later, Herbert returned with a tall man in a black coat who bore a gentle and graceful yet mysterious expression. "This way, sir." Herbert extended his arm to show the way to the living room. "Mrs. Layton is waiting in the living room." Marley nodded courteously. Lucille was shocked to see Marley. She'd never expected him to visit her at Sparrow Residence. "Hi, Marl," Lucille greeted. Marley smiled warmly and nodded in return. He noticed Spencer sitting on the couch, who had a stoic expression and remained motionless, then smiled at him, too. Lucille's eyes darted between the two men before she lightly kicked at Spencer's leg, which was crossed. Spencer remained silent. He looked up and saw Lucille winking at him, which looked adorable. This was the third time he'd seen her make such sweet expressions at him. The whole scene unfolded before Marley. Without reservations, he casually sat on the couch across from them before looking up at Lucille. "It looks like I'd
After a while, Marley looked up at Lucille and said, "Something happened to Octavius." Lucille's eyes widened as the sparkle in them faded at the mention of Octavius Heldon. Her body trembled slightly. "Half a year ago, he came to my place. But he left on that same night and was attacked on his way back home," Marley said. "The trip he'd made was confidential, so he'd only brought two people—a driver and a bodyguard. But the opponent had over 20 people, each armed with weapons. "We only found the driver's and bodyguard's bodies when we rushed there, with no Octavius nowhere in sight. To this day, we haven't been able to find his whereabouts, nor can we tell if he's dead or alive.""The Heldon royal family covered up all the news about Octavius' disappearance. No one knows he's been missing to this day," Marley added. Lucille's expression dimmed to a terrifying extent at Marley's words. Her sparkling eyes were now covered in a layer of frost and darkness. She clenched her
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. Many people celebrated New Year's Eve the same way—by spending quality time with family and friends. But to Lucille, New Year's Eve was slightly different this year. Spencer went to the office very early in the morning. Then, at noon, they went to Harmony Sanatorium to pick Marie up for lunch. They wanted to take Marie back to Layton Manor, but she refused, saying she was used to tranquility and just having lunch was enough. Luckily, Marie stayed relatively healthy, thanks to Casey's care. So, Lucille was relieved.Every time they met, Marie always kept an eye on Lucille's belly to see if there were any changes. Of course, Lucille knew Marie really wanted her to get pregnant, but…At 3:00 pm, Lucille and Spencer left for Layton Manor. "I saw Mom say in the group chat earlier that your aunt has returned this year." Lucille turned to say to Spencer as she checked her phone in the passenger seat. She knew Spence