The helper was coming up with some tea when she saw the state of the room. She quickly set the tray on the table before approaching Ivy. “Miss Ivy, don’t upset the baby inside you.” "Tell me, why isn’t Quinn coming to see me?” Ivy asked the helper. Her hands pressed against the dressing table were still trembling. “Do you think he’s fallen for Jenna? He said he would wait for me. He can’t go back on his word…” She muttered while looking at her swollen belly. A sharp look appeared in her eyes. If only she did not have this child… The helper could tell what was on Ivy’s mind. Hurriedly, she kneeled and placed her hands on Ivy’s belly. She tried to advise her, "Miss Ivy, please don’t overthink it. You know how much Young Master Quinn cares about the baby. Even Old Mr. Forester…” It was not the Foresters who assigned this helper to Ivy. Once a trusted helper of Madam Langham, the helper was assigned to Ivy after she got pregnant. The helper remembered what Madam Langha
The man had placed a chair in front of him, serving as a desk for him to put his laptop on. The cuffs of his shirt were slightly folded, revealing his toned arms. Jenna’s weak cough caught his attention. He looked up and noticed Jenna was awake, staring blankly at him. After a brief pause, he shut the laptop. "Do you want some water?" Jenna did not respond. Instead, she pulled the blankets up and burrowed underneath them. Quinn cocked his eyebrow when he saw the way Jenna acted. He got up and approached the bed. Then, he gently but firmly pulled away the blanket before taking her in his arms. With his free hand, he reached for the carafe on the bedside table and poured half a glass of water. He held the glass to Jenna's lips. “Drink some.” Jenna tried to resist. When she realized she could not wring herself free, she smacked the glass away. Fortunately, Quinn held onto the glass tightly, so only a little water splashed on the blanket. "Jenna,” Quinn said grav
When she crashed her car into Shawn’s, she was prepared to die with him. Then, she was ready to face death as long as she got to avenge her parents. Now, she wanted to live. She had to take back Seabright Group, so the souls of her parents and grandmother may rest at ease. Even if Quinn only liked her a little, she still thought it was worth a shot. However, it was clear he was too lenient with his previous beau. Ivy had tried to get her killed countless times, but Quinn remained passive. Jenna had thoroughly given up on him. Upon reading the words on the display, Quinn's eyes darkened. He spoke faintly, “What are you talking about? We’re not even close to the point of divorce yet. Also, the sheer idea of divorce does not exist to me…” He paused briefly before continuing, “Only widowhood.” Jenna's fingers clenching the phone turned white. [What? Were you hoping Ivy would kill me?] “I was careless this time." Quinn lowered himself and rested his chin on her head.
When Kevin noticed Quinn stepping out, something shifted in his eyes. He straightened up. Quinn closed the door and gestured Kevin over to him. He asked in a grave voice, "Your brother told me that you were the one who took care of things last night?” “Yes." "What happened to that man?" Kevin clenched his hands and answered with his head lowered. "Dead." He punched the man harder than he thought. It was only after he finished the call with Ivy that Kevin realized the man was dead. Quinn's expression was still as ever upon hearing this. He nodded. "Call the hotel and ask for a suite. Also, get me a new phone.” Kevin grunted, “Understood.” After Sam finished attending to his email, he noticed Quinn entering the ward again. He quickly approached Kevin. “Kev, what did the boss tell you just now?" “He told me to get him a suite in the hotel and a new phone." When Kevin looked at the closed door, his eyes darkened. “He probably knows Jen doesn’t like the smell o
Everyone in the group began texting. [Huh? Are you using internet explorer or something? Everyone saw the boss’ wedding ring a long time ago!] [Why are you so surprised? Did you manage to see his wife in person?] The receptionist was excitedly typing. There was no way her colleagues would be able to guess who the wife was and that the wife wanted to get divorced! Just as she was about to send the text, her finger hovered above the button. Something was not right. Until now, nobody knew who Mrs. Forester was, which meant the boss wanted to keep it under covers. If she broke the news, the boss would surely come for her. As she weighed the pros and cons of revealing the information, a shiver ran down her spine. She quickly deleted the text she was about to send and sent something else instead.[Huh? Does the boss wear a wedding ring? Who is he married to?] [I can tell you don’t pay attention to the news.] [Damn, I thought you saw the wife in person! Lame!] ..
Sam stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “Missus, I have been working for the boss for a long time. I know what’s going on between him and Miss Ivy as well. Trust me when I say the boss is not intentionally lenient with Miss Ivy. “It’s just that she’s the third sister-in-law in the Forester household. Besides, she’s from one of the four major families in Portica. “Right now, the boss is the master of the Foresters. He can not punish Miss Ivy no matter what she’s done because the Foresters will become the public’s laughing stock if he does. “Besides, she’s pregnant. If something happens to her because of the Foresters, I don’t think President Langham would stand for it.” Sam always assumed that Quinn had no more love left for Ivy. That was why Quinn seemed indifferent when Sam reported what had happened more than a decade ago. However, after their last visit to Portica, Sam realized he had misunderstood. There were many things Quinn had no choice over. He shot anot
Jenna closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. In another room downstairs, Kevin read Jenna's message and fidgeted against the edges of his phone. At last, he got up and grabbed the passport on the table before heading out. While sleeping, she vaguely felt the warmth of someone’s fingers against her skin and taking off her clothes. She could smell the lovely faint scent of cologne that made her giddy. With her eyes still closed, she blindly grabbed the air and caught the edges of a shirt. She held onto it tightly and leaned toward it. The man swiftly took her into his arms and put his hands on hers to calm her restlessness. He spoke in a deep voice. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl beloved by everyone. She loved a little red cap made of velvet given to her by her grandmother, and so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood…” Jenna listened, still drowsy with sleep. She had lost interest in fairy tales when she was ten years old. However, the deep and so
Quinn briefly glanced at the text on the phone while his hands fiddled with Jenna’s hair. He stated, “I’m not the type to give up halfway through. The same applies to my agreement with others. We’ll talk about it when the time comes.” Jenna was speechless. She always thought of him as a no-hassle, efficient person. What was the meaning of this? Quinn fiddled with the hair tie for a long time. Still, he could not manage to put her hair up. His previously relaxed frown suddenly tightened again. “Is there something wrong with this hair tie? I can’t tie it properly.” Jenna was also getting annoyed with him fiddling with her hair. She turned around and snatched it from him to inspect it. Not only was it in perfect condition, but it had also never been used. Did this man even know how to tie hair? She shot a judgmental look at him before gathering her hair together. She neatly bunched them into a ponytail before tying it properly with the hair tie. Quinn looked on sil