"Where's Jessica?" I avoided his gesture, choking out the question.Grandpa had the incident with Jessica, so why wasn't she here?Before I could finish, the sound of high heels hitting the corridor floor interrupted me. Jessica hurried over, her face pale with panic. "Ryan, is Grandpa okay? I'm sorry, it's hard to get a cab from the old mansion. I was delayed..."I cut her off sharply, "Why did Grandpa suddenly collapse?"A flicker of nervousness passed over Jessica's face, then she said, "I-I don't know. He just couldn't breathe suddenly and then passed out.""Just like that? You didn't say or do anything?" I didn't believe her.These past two years, Grandpa has been in good health, regularly getting check-ups. Even when he was so angry with Ryan, nothing happened, so it was impossible for him to fall ill for no reason."What are you implying? Charlotte, do you suspect I made Grandpa sick out of anger?"Jessica looked lost for words, suddenly clutching her stomach in pain, ca
"This isn't right..." I just felt something was off.Ryan pressed, "What's not right?"I concentrated for a moment. "Grandpa usually takes his medicine immediately when he feels unwell. Generally, he can recover. How did he just collapse this time?""Yes, whenever Grandpa came for his check-ups, I noticed he always had medicine ready in his pockets. If he had taken it in time today, it wouldn't have been so serious," the hospital director remarked.I looked coldly at Ryan. "Where's Jessica?""She's resting in the ward."After Ryan answered, his face darkened, and he asserted, "You suspect her? That's impossible. Despite her temper, she's not malicious. Besides, she's always obedient in front of Grandpa."Upon hearing this, for the first time, I couldn't contain my anger.Would someone with no malicious intent persistently try to seduce another woman's husband? I knew better than to try and wake someone pretending to be asleep.Feeling too lazy to argue with him, I turned to th
"Don't..." Jessica tugged at his sleeve. "I just want you to stay with me, just for a while. Can you do that? If not, then let me suffer to death!""Then suffer to death," Ryan replied coldly, though he poured her a cup of hot water in a detached manner. "Drink more hot water."Jessica snorted coldly. "Hot water doesn't cure illnesses."I stumbled back from their collision, almost falling. As I looked up, I witnessed their natural interaction.One was willing to pretend, the other was willing to believe.After Grandpa was taken to the ICU, the doctors advised against visiting for his elderly condition. I could only stand at the door, watching through the glass.Grandpa, usually kind and gentle, now relied on an oxygen mask to breathe. I felt unbearable sadness wash over me.Suddenly, I noticed Grandpa's fingers twitch.Excited, I turned to Albert. "Albert, did Grandpa move just now?""Yes, yes! You didn't see wrong, he's moving."Albert was also excited.I had thought Grandp
Thought Grandpa might plead for me not to divorce Ryan.But he didn't.I could keenly feel Grandpa's life slipping away bit by bit, his voice incredibly weak. "Whatever happens... don't let Jessica marry into our family. Guard the Frost family for me.""I will... I will..."I was on the verge of collapse, crying and nodding repeatedly. "Grandpa, did Jessica say something to you? Otherwise, why would you suddenly fall ill...""She..."A trace of disgust and anger flickered in Grandpa's eyes, but he sighed in the end. "Just remember what Grandpa said.""Okay... Charlotte remembers, every word."Choking up, I spoke, afraid to ask another word, fearing I might anger Grandpa again.But seeds of doubt were planted in my heart.Jessica must have said something to Grandpa."Dear, don't be sad. Take good care of the child in your belly."Grandpa used his last bit of strength, smiling kindly at me. "With this, Grandpa can rest in peace...""Beep..."The monitor emitted a sharp and
Repeatedly recalling Grandpa's instructions.Before, Grandpa didn't approve of Ryan being with Jessica, just thinking she was a bit too complicated, but today... it seems completely different.What exactly did Jessica say to Grandpa?As the car entered the old mansion, I got out directly to leave. Ryan caught up in two big strides, pulling me into his arms.My body stiffened, and his head buried in my shoulder, he spoke somewhat helplessly, "Charlotte, stay with me tonight.""Just for one night.""Please."His words reminded me of the medical record I saw in the study during the day, and pity welled up inside me. "Alright."The atmosphere in the old mansion became heavy, just missing Grandpa made the whole house feel suddenly empty that night.Back in the bedroom, I took a hot bath, but when I came out, Ryan was nowhere to be seen.As I slept in the middle of the night, someone slowly embraced me from behind. Without turning around, I knew who it was.For some reason, in eve
The next day, when the servants blocked me at the gate of the old mansion, not allowing me to step out, I understood.Last night was indeed just a notification.I knew this was Ryan's idea; it had nothing to do with the servants. I patiently asked, "Where is Ryan?""Master left before dawn.""Did Albert return?""Not yet. Albert is handling the arrangements after Master's passing."I calmly said, "What if I insist on going out now?""Madam, you can't leave."The servant pointed to several black-clad bodyguards standing outside the French windows.I couldn't help but freeze.In these three years, Ryan's hypocrisy hadn't changed at all. Clearly, he told me to stay here for just one night, but now he wouldn't even let me step out of the main gate.For a moment, I even wondered if he was ever the same boy who used to kindly take me to the school clinic, who always tried to respect my dignity and invited me to dinner.Could eight years really change someone so drastically?In t
He was afraid I would call the police again, so he decided not to go to the company and instead held a video conference in the study.I sat in the courtyard all afternoon, feeling as if I was sitting on pins and needles.The next day was the day of my grandfather's funeral, with a somber and desolate atmosphere. It was drizzling lightly, the cold seeping into our hearts.I finally got out of the Frost family mansion and stood by Ryan's side, being led by him like a puppet on a string to receive the guests who came to mourn.His temper had been terrible these past two days, more like he was revealing his true nature rather than changing.I had no choice but to yield to him.I had told him again last night that my grandfather had never asked us not to divorce before he passed away, only that Jessica should not marry into the Frost family. He didn't believe me. He accused me of lying.But I was too tired to argue with him.During the funeral, I stood quietly on the sidelines in a
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment but quickly understood the reason behind it.Jane furrowed his brows tightly, looking at me with confusion, and whispered, "Did Ryan suddenly change?""No," I replied, watching Jessica being escorted away by the bodyguards, gently pursing my lips. "He's just feeling guilty and wants to make amends."At the moment of Grandpa's passing, as his most beloved grandson, Ryan wasn't by his side. His absence on the day of Grandpa's death had greatly upset him. How could he not feel guilty, regretful, and self-blaming?His ultimate way of expressing it was to obey Grandpa's words and insist that I become the mistress of the Frost family for life. It had nothing to do with me as a person.After the funeral, I returned to the old mansion and helped Albert organize Grandpa's belongings. The servants had already tidied up once, leaving only Grandpa's everyday clothes.Every piece I held in my hands made me feel as if Grandpa hadn'
Jonathan almost spit out the tea he was drinking."You have principles now?""Not the right time to talk nonsense."Westley. "Do you always talk in a way that pokes others' pain points?"Jonathan smiled for a moment. "If you've done it, don't be afraid of people talking about it."Westley didn't want to continue the conversation and stood up to leave.He went to the kitchen to find Jordan and found her eating ravioli."Didn't you say you'd help?" Westley sat next to her. "How come you're eating secretly? Give me a bite?"Jordan guarded the food. "It’s in the kitchen. There's still plenty in the pot.""But I want to eat from your bowl.""But I don't want to give you any."Westley laughed. "Okay."But while Jordan took a bite of the ravioli, he kissed her.Jordan's eyes widened as she felt the ravioli in her mouth being stolen away."You're disgusting."Westley smiled. "Sweet."Jordan couldn't eat anymore and pushed the remaining ravioli to him. "I'm not eating anymore."
Now that she had remarried him, this was also her home, and there was no need to tidy up anymore."Really?" Westley turned her around. "It'll be troublesome to go to another room and come back for something later.""What do you mean?" Jordan felt like she didn't understand his words today. "Just spill it already."Westley nodded seriously. "Okay, I'll spill it. We're married now. From now on, when we come back here, we'll sleep together. If you don't tidy up and pack your things, there won't be anything for you in my room."Jordan understood. She suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder. "Who said that after marriage, we have to sleep in the same bed? If there's nothing of mine in your room, I'll sleep in my own room. It's not like you only have one room."Westley laughed. "Okay, you're being naughty now."Jordan replied, "You become like the people you spend time with."She finished speaking and ran off.She went to the kitchen to see Miranda and offer to help.Miranda told he
"What is there to prepare?" Westley sat down with Jordan. "They're not strangers."Miranda gave her a glare and handed Jordan some fruit. "Look at me, still wearing my pajamas...""Jordy, it's not that I don't care about you. It's just that Westley didn't say anything, and you two... we also didn't want to ask too much. Wait for me to change into something proper. What would you like to eat? I'll personally cook for you."Jordan quickly stopped her. "No need, we're so familiar with each other already, Mom."Miranda froze, then after a long pause, she grasped Jordan's hand, wiping her tears as she said, “Okay.”Jordan gave Westley a look, and he handed her a tissue.She wiped Miranda's tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry.""It's our fault," Miranda patted her hand. "We never thought that Westley would do that.""You two grew up together and had a great relationship. We always thought, when we're gone, he'll be able to love you and take care of you well on our beha
Jordan asked him, "You finished so quickly?""Why does it sound like you're unhappy that I came over?""No, it's just that your meetings used to take quite a long time."Westley casually ruffled her hair.Jordan wasn't happy. "You messed up my hairstyle!"Westley chuckled softly. "You're just had your hair down. Is it even styled?""You don't understand.""Alright, I don't understand."Westley pulled her back to the bedroom.Jordan wasn't happy. When they were going upstairs, he carried her back to the room."Do you really like kids that much?"Jordan put her hands against him to stop him from getting any closer."What, can't I like kids now? Henry and Sparrow are so cute."Westley caught both her hands and pinned them down. "Then should we have one too?"Jordan struggled. "Who said I want to have one with you?""Then who do you want to have one with?"Jordan kicked him with her leg. "Get off me."Westley bent down and asked, "Afraid of the pain?""Yes." Jordan was pi
Jordan didn't really know—she had only come here to escape.Now, there wasn't much left to escape from.If it weren't for wanting to spend a few more days with Jane and the others, she would have already been ready to go back to work.Westley saw that she had been thinking for a long time without speaking and asked, "So, are you coming with me to the theme park, or playing with those two kids?"Jordan almost forgot—there were two adorable children here."Then I'll play with the kids.""What, still think I'm too old?"Jordan gave him a playful glare. "Stop bringing that up all the time. Don't think you can keep me trapped with that topic."Westley asked, "Then why not come to the theme park with me?""Weren't you the one who gave me the choice?"Jordan gave a soft snort. "If you only want one answer, then next time give me just one option.""Alright." Westley looked at her with eyes full of affection. "Whatever you say goes.""I've got a meeting—you go play with the kids."
It felt very unreal.It felt like she was dreaming."Will you marry me?""Huh?"Jordan was completely dazed, thinking she would hear him say a lot of touching words.But in the end, all she heard were just those simple words."Are you... talking?"Westley nodded. "Yes. Will you marry me?"For a moment, Jordan truly wanted to throw the flowers at his face.But then she remembered her conversation with Charlotte.And she felt that Charlotte had a point.They were already married, yet Westley still wanted to give her a sense of ceremony.Even if he didn't say any romantic lines, she wouldn't be able to refuse his proposal now.With that thought in mind, she reached out her hand."I will!"Westley slipped the ring onto her finger, stood up, and hugged her.Jordan heard him whisper softly in her ear. "I'm really nervous. It's my first time doing something like this, so I don’t know what to say—I was afraid I'd cry. Give me a little grace. Whatever you want to hear, I'll say
"Okay."Jordan started to feel something was off. "Charlotte, I remember you didn't like the smell of cigarettes. Didn't Frank stop smoking after being with you?"Charlotte responded calmly, "Not really. If I didn't like the smell of cigarettes, I wouldn't have gotten along with Jane for so many years. She was already smoking when I first met her. Also, Frank didn't stop smoking just because he was with me. It was only later, when I was pregnant and feeling unwell, that he stayed by my side and simply forgot about it. Men have a lot of work pressure too. If he smokes now and out of my sight, I think I should try to understand that. That's what being a couple means."Jordan was persuaded. "Yeah, I guess you’re right. There should be mutual understanding. I do act a bit spoiled sometimes."Charlotte said, "When I talk about understanding, I don't mean compromise. If there's something you really can't accept, it still needs to be discussed between the two of you."Jordan was confused
"Wow."Jane and Charlotte stood at the doorway, watching with great interest.It was quite the appetizing show.Zachary and Frank, on the other hand, weren't interested, and headed to the yard to set up the grill.Frank chatted casually with him. "He's been proving himself for two days now—why do you keep poking at his age? He even made you bleed."Zachary said, "I did it for the greater good. Look at them now, kissing like they can't bear to part."Frank cocked his brows and said nothing in response.Jordan overheard Jane and Charlotte's voices.Her face turned completely red from embarrassment.She couldn't push Westley away, so she had no choice but to bite him.When he relaxed his grip, she took the chance to run.She didn't even dare glance at Jane and Charlotte at the door.Back in her room, she buried herself under the blanket.So embarrassing.Downstairs, Jane and Charlotte, satisfied with the show, headed to the yard.Westley, meanwhile, went upstairs.Sure eno
'What was that?'Jordan truly had nothing in her head but confusion.She had just been teased by Jane outside.She thought that since she hadn't come downstairs in the past couple of days, everyone already knew—Westley was... not impotent.Why was Frank saying things like that now?"Frank, what are you talking about?""Nothing."Frank left the kitchen and sat next to Charlotte.After Jane finished tending to Zachary's wound, she even fed him some food.The man held his wife in his arms and asked in a low voice, "All your friends are bringing their husbands food. Why aren't you doing the same?"Charlotte smiled. "That's because Jane took a bite and didn't like it. She thought it would be wasteful, so she gave it to Zachary."Frank played with her hand and asked, "Is there nothing you don't like to eat?""Nope."In the kitchen—Jordan sensed that Westley was upset. She reached out and hugged him, asking, "Did Zachary and the others tease you?"Westley finished handling wha