“Winson is already a little over a year old. You know, a child can barely remember anything before the age of 4. If you leave him now, he might not remember it in the future.” Jessica clenched her fists tightly without showing any response. Lady Cecilia noticed Jessica’s clenched fists. Her proud and contempt gaze at Jessica softened a bit as she sighed and said, “Why do you even insist on staying? There’s no love between you and Blake, and our family doesn’t like you. I’m sure you feel the same about us.“You used every possible method to get into our family back then because you want to save your family, the Scotts, am I right? Now, Scotts Corporation might not be as strong as it was, but it has overcome the financial crisis.“You can see it for yourself. With Blake’s status, what he needs is a wife that can help him in public and care for him in private. Unfortunately, you can’t do either.“As for Winson, I know it’s hard for you to leave him, but the child will grow…Of cours
She turned around and looked at Blake’s handsome face as he was still asleep. She smirked ironically and then turned back to the moonlight, enjoying it until it disappeared at dawn. At daybreak, Jessica finally felt sleepy, so she succumbed to slumber but woke up soon after that. The sun was already up, and the first light shed its brilliance over the floor while the dust danced in its rays. Jessica took a while to wake up from the dizziness. She was not used to sleeping with Blake. Every time she was in bed with him, she would sleep late and wake up early. Blake was still asleep, but his arm around her had softened. Jessica looked at his sleeping face again. Blake’s features were flawless. His brows were thick, his nose was high, and his facial features were pronounced. Everyone in the Fergusons had good looks, but as the son of the first beauty of Beijing, Lady Cecilia, Blake stood out. Be it when he was asleep or when he was awake, he was the perfect man. Jessica focused
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