Chapter 17

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 baby spoon and started feeding him.

She barely ate anything during lunch. Even Winson ate more than her. After lunch, Jessica left Winson in Ms. Susan’s care while she went back to her room.

Ms. Susan looked at Blake and carefully asked, “Ma’am doesn’t look too well. Is she sick?”

Blake was slightly surprised but did not say or do anything. In the afternoon, he had a video conference in the study to discuss the European market with his subordinates.

After lunch, Jessica went back to sleep and finally woke up around 2:00 p.m.

The TV was replaying the Mid-Autumn Gala from last night. When Winson saw the sign language dance on TV, he started to mimic the movements of the dancers. However, Jessica noticed that her son was having a hard time learning, so she held his hand and taught him the correct moves.

After Blake ended his video conference, he came out from the study for a glass of water and saw Jessica and Winson playing together. The scene was warming and loving. It even softened his stiff and cold gaze a little. He leaned on the walk and watched them play.

Upon seeing the empty glass in Blake’s hand, Ms. Susan went over and asked, “Sir, let me refill the water for you.”

Ms. Susan’s voice drew Jessica’s attention. She turned around and saw Blake and her smile sank.

Blake coldly handed the empty glass to her and told her to fill it with warm water. He then sat down on the couch.

Ms. Susan looked at him strangely for a moment, but when she noticed Jessica’s gaze, she understood Blake’s intention and went to refill the glass of water.

Blake looked at the TV and said, “I heard you were the director of this dance.”

Jessica nodded and let go of her son’s petite hand. Winson happily turned to his father and wanted to perform what he just learned. “Dada, look!”

The little guy went closer to the TV and boogied along with the music. He was really cute when he tried his best to follow the dance.

Blake looked at Jessica and said, “Not bad. I heard this performance won an award. You should be able to get a prize from the TV station.”

The competition system had been introduced this year whereby the performances from the show would be rated online, but the results would only be revealed a week later.

Surprised, Jessica looked at him and typed on her phone: [Really?]

Blake was a VIP at the gala who had attended it to watch the performance live, so he must be speaking the truth. He saw her eyes gleam in anticipation, but when he saw the mechanical words on her phone, the slight delight on his face faded, and he was annoyed again.

“Sir, your glass of water.” Ms. Susan carefully sized up the look on his face and then put the glass of water on the tea table.

Blake did not take the glass of water. Instead, he searched the drawer beside the couch for some cold medicine.

“Take these pills.” Blake took two capsules out and gave it to Jessica.

Jessica was a little surprised. She was still feeling a little dizzy, but she felt better after some sleep. Regardless, she decided to take the pills and swallowed them.