Washing up took longer than usual this time. When Jessica walked out of the bathroom, Blake was already awake. The firm muscles on his naked chest looked like they had been smeared with honey. His skin color was a healthy glow, and the characteristics of the perfect man were extremely pronounced on his body. The man was unusually charming in the morning. He lazily slouched on the bed and looked at her, his gaze was as cold as ice and as sharp as knives. Jessica was surprised when she saw his finger pointing at the marriage certificate. The worn-out little booklet had seen better days. No matter how vibrant the red cover was before, it had lost its vividness under many layers of cellophane tape. The old-looking booklet did not match his long fingers with his distinctive joints as though his perfect hand ruined the red little booklet, making it a cruel scene to behold. He looked at her coldly and said, “Did you just keep it under your pillow?”Jessica did not deny it since he
Jessica was heart-stricken when the memories from three years ago came afloat. She lost control of the tray when she put it down on the table, so it landed with a heavy thud, and even the milk spilled. When Blake heard the heavy thud, he turned around and saw her sitting at the table. He then carried Winson to the table, pulled the chair out single-handedly, and sat beside her. Winson sat on his father’s lap while holding the toy car that his father had built for him. He waved it in front of his mother. “Mama, Dada give me. Nice.” “It is nice.” Jessica nodded and started feeding Winson some porridge, but her thoughts were drifting away. Blake glanced at her before he took the bowl of porridge away from her. During the process, their fingers accidentally brushed each other’s. Blake noticed there was a small cut on her finger. While it was not anything serious, there was still a mark that ruined the beauty of her hand. “How did you get that?” he asked. As Jessica looked at he
Ms. Susan prepared some tea. She noticed the gloomy look on Kim’s face, so she then turned her attention to the dining table and realized what happened. Then, she walked up to Kim and said with a smile, “Ms. Jackson, do you want to have some tea while waiting? It takes a while for the young master to finish his breakfast.” Kim regained her senses and quickly put on a smile as if the dourness on her face never happened. She took the tea from Ms. Susan and thanked her before she went over to the living room. While Ms. Susan was tidying up the toys on the other couch, she unintentionally asked, “Ms. Jackson, it’s the weekend. Why are you here so early?” Ms. Susan was merely trying to be polite. Kim did not meet Blake yesterday morning, and she came by even earlier today. She even wanted to sit down at the dining table and have breakfast with the family. He usually stayed at home during the weekend if he had nothing to do. When he was at home, Kim was not needed to tutor Winson. Be
It was until the door was closed that Blake only looked up. Ms. Susan said with a slightly embarrassed tone, “Madam brought the little master out for a walk.” Blake stared at the door for a second before he closed the document in his hand. Slightly stunned, Kim looked at him in a confused manner. “Mr. Ferguson?” At that point, Blake’s phone rang. After the quick call, he looked at Kim and said, “It’s been a long night for you. Go back and get some sleep. I’ll tell my driver to send you home. We’ll grab lunch or dinner another day.” Kim blushed because Blake seemed so concerned about her.“Okay. You can give me a call anytime if you want to talk about this.” Ms. Susan was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and when she heard Kim’s coquettish tone, she clicked her tongue in disdain. She could not understand young ladies nowadays. Why were they so anxious about becoming someone’s mistress? All the education they received would simply go down the drain. … The neighborhood wa
Blake strode over as his expression turned cold. On the other hand, Jessica gave the man a big thumbs-up for performing sign language perfectly. The man looked at her wide grin with a soft gaze and asked, “How do I sign ‘I’d like to buy you lunch’?” Jessica did not overthink the situation. She instinctively showed the man how, and while she was at it, she did not realize that Blake was advancing closer. Before she could finish showing the man the hand signs, a shadow approached her from the side and overshadowed half her body. In a heartbeat, she was pulled behind the person who approached her. Surprised, she looked at the person with a blank gaze. ‘Shouldn’t Blake be with Kim back at the house, talking about the Spanish consul?’ Blake looked at the man coldly and said, “I’ve heard rumors about the second young master of the Waynes having unusual tastes such as taking a fancy to married women and stuff, but going after a woman with a child? That’s new.” Jessica was shocke
“Ma’am, isn’t it a little bit early for you to be back?” Ms. Susan was surprised when Jessica came back to the house. ‘Didn’t Mr. Ferguson go after Ma’am earlier? Didn’t they meet in the park?’ It was then that Ms. Susan noticed the gloomy look on Jessica’s face and quickly kept quiet. Jessica carried Winson out of the stroller and brought him back to his room. The door was slammed shut. Ms. Susan had never seen Jessica slam a door this loud. Curious, she sized up the closed door and wondered what happened. Less than two minutes later, Blake also came back in a lousy mood. His face was as black as charcoal, and he looked furious. Ms. Susan meekly said, “Ma’am is back. She’s in the nursery.” Blake did not even grunt as he walked straight to the study with that stiff expression on his face. Bang! The door to the study room was slammed shut as well. Fortunately, the doors of the mansion were sturdy enough. Otherwise, a few more slams and they would probably fall off. M
Blake glanced at Jessica, who was pretending to be asleep. He looked at Winson and said, “Wake your mother up for lunch.” He then turned around and left. …Although Jessica could skip lunch and be hungry, she could not starve her son. Winson went out of the room first and hugged Blake’s leg, asking him for food. Blake saw Jessica emerge with a stiff expression, and it made him even angrier. Jessica could not find any reason to smile at him. Instead, she found it more interesting to communicate with a stranger in the park using sign language, and her smile had been sweeter than ever back then. Blake carried his son and shoved the little kid into Jessica’s arms, urging her to feed her son. He was not in the mood to talk to her. She did not even want to sign at him anymore. All she did now was type on the phone and show it to him, so he did not want to talk to her anymore either. Because she was used to the oppression, she decided to simply endure it. She picked up Winson’s b
Blake also drank some water before he said, “After you get the prize money, remember to buy me dinner.” Jessica was fully immersed in the fact that she won, hence she couldn't care less about Blake. It was the first play that she had directed, and it won a prize from the TV station, so of course, she was thrilled. She nodded without a second thought. A week later, the school was informed of the result and the winning certificate was sent over. Jessica held the envelope in her hand. Although it might not be heavy or thick, holding the prize in her own hands was more than enough to make her delighted. She took a picture with the children together with the certificate. She then sent a message to Blake: [I’ll buy you dinner tonight.]Dean was also at the school when the prize was sent over. He went up to Jessica and tapped on her shoulder. “Congratulations! You are awesome! You won a prize with the first play that you directed.” Jessica smiled bashfully and put her phone back in