The woman chuckled upon hearing that. "Look at how proud you are! I'm sure you like her a lot.""Yup, I do."She laughed heartily again. "In that case, I hope both of you will spend the rest of your lives together. I'll also pray for your health. That's right. Stay healthy and be safe!"Gabriel laughed after hearing what she said. Then, he asked, "It's so late already, and you're still selling sweet potatoes here. Aren't you cold?""I don't have a choice. My luck hasn't been great. My husband passed away early, and I have two grandchildren to take care of."The vendor added, "As long as I work harder, the kids will have a better life."As she spoke, she passed the sweet potatoes to him. "Be careful, they're hot."He nodded while taking out his wallet. He glanced at his wallet, took out all the money, and gave it to the vendor. "There are some homeless people up ahead. Please share the sweet potatoes with them. You should go home now," said Gabriel.The woman's eyes widened in
Scott noticed how worried he looked. "I know you're still worried about the Fleming family, but the Strauss family is safe for now. That's a good thing."Robert nodded in agreement.Suddenly, both Scott's and Robert's phones rang at the same time. They both heard the exact same news, which was that Trent was dead."He's dead? Are you serious? What happened?" Scott asked in shock.When he heard the other end's reply, he said, "Okay. Got it."Right after hanging up, Scott asked Robert, "You heard about it too, right?" "Yes.""I really didn't expect to hear that Trent died. Apparently, he got killed in his own house with a slash to the throat. They still haven't gotten the suspect," Scott said in disbelief. "Someone like Trent probably has surveillance cameras and guards everywhere. How could anyone have made it past those? This murderer is definitely a force to be reckoned with. "I don't know why they killed Trent, but I'm on their side for now. That person is a hero for kill
Belle still wasn't awake by the time Grayson got home.Scott and Robert were sitting on the living room sofa. Scott immediately glared at him the moment he walked in.Grayson gave him the same attitude right back. However, he was very polite to Claire."How's Patrick? Did he wake up at all last night?" she asked. She was worried about her son. Since Belle was still asleep, she couldn't help herself from asking Grayson about him.Grayson replied, "He slept very well last night. He slept in Belle's arms the whole time.""Did he have any nightmares?""None that I noticed."Touched, Claire said, "He always has nightmares at home. He usually gets startled awake in the middle of the night. It looks like he really does feel safe with Belle."Yolanda said, "Go upstairs and see if they're awake yet. If they are, ask them to come down for breakfast.""Okay."Grayson went upstairs. He noticed that Belle and Patrick were still asleep. Patrick was still in Belle's arms. It was a warm sigh
Belle didn't know what Grayson was up to. She looked at him and accepted the bracelet.Claire was overjoyed. "From now on, you're my daughter!"Grayson looked even happier than Claire was. "Yes! From now on, Belle is basically Robert's sister!"Scott and Robert were speechless.Belle didn't have a clue about Grayson's little scheme, but it was obvious to Scott and Robert. Grayson encouraged Belle to accept Claire's offer because he wanted to burn Robert's bridges.Claire also didn't know about Grayson's little scheme. If anything, his words made her even happier. She turned and said to Robert, "Grayson is right. From now on, she's your sister, so you have to treat her like one. You have to be nice to her, okay?"Robert simply remained silent.Scott bit his lip and glared at Grayson before cheerfully saying to Belle, "She's right! We're not blood-related, but we can still be a family! We should take good care of each other."He made sure to emphasize that they weren't blood-rela
Grayson crossed his legs as he lazily scrolled on his phone. Robert was making a call in the yard while Scott was sitting on the sofa and watching some television. There were snacks and fruits on the coffee table that he was helping himself to. He acted as if it was his own house.After a second, Belle said, "Don't just sit there. Come help make the ravioli."Grayson glanced at Belle. Before he could get up, Scott ran over enthusiastically. "I don't know how to make them."Belle was full of disdain. "If you don't know how to make ravioli, why'd you run over so quickly?"After that, she asked Grayson, "Do you know how to make them?"Only then did he walk over. "Yeah.""Really?"Grayson rolled up his sleeves as he said, "It's easy. Only idiots wouldn't know how to make ravioli."Scott knew Grayson was talking about him. "Quit bragging. Are you saying you know how to do this? Looks like pigs are about to fly."Ignoring him, Grayson washed his hands before saying to Yolanda, "Mo
Belle was speechless. "It's not like we're really alone. There's Patrick, Scott, Yolanda, and Claire. Besides, even if we were to spend some time together, what's wrong with that?"Grayson didn't reply. Instead, he asked, "When is Patrick going to get better?"Belle replied, "I don't know, but he seems to be doing much better recently.""Can he go back home to rest now?""I can't tell yet.""Why don't we just give it a try?"Belle pouted. "It's not like you have to watch him."When she noticed how Grayson was looking at Patrick with disdain, Belle asked, "Do you hate kids or something?""Depends on whose family they belong to," he replied. "Do you like kids?""Yes! They're so cute and chubby. They're adorable."Without thinking, Grayson said, "If you like them so much, I'll make one."Belle glared at him. "Are you crazy? You're a guy. How can you make kids?""Well, you'll have the kid.""Then why did you say you'd make it?""We'll make it together."Belle had to think ab
Belle wanted to protest, but she couldn't make a noise. She couldn't push him away either.It wasn't their first time kissing, but she still felt lightheaded.It was made worse when she realized that she could feel a certain hardness against her thigh that was growing hotter the more they kissed. She felt her ears burning from embarrassment. She wanted to kick him away, but she was powerless after less than a minute.She felt like he was sucking her soul out through her mouth. Her bones seemed to turn to jelly, and she didn't have any energy to fight back.However, not only was she not fighting back, but she was even thinking about …"Belle?" A timid, young voice suddenly called out.Belle jolted and immediately found the energy to shove him off her.She was more panicked than ever when she met Patrick's clear, innocent gaze. "I … He …"She wanted to scream. Instead, she scratched her head and fibbed, "I'm going to the bathroom, okay?" She spoke as gently as she could to Patr
Grayson didn't return until the sun came up. He had clearly taken a shower and changed out of his old pajamas. Belle could smell the scent of body wash.Belle looked at him with gritted teeth. "You pervert."Grayson narrowed his eyes and said coolly, "You deserved it."Belle glared at him. "Why did I deserve it? What did I do?""You talked too much."Belle looked confused. "How did I talk too much?"Grayson didn't explain any further. He just said, "Next time you do something out of line, I'll kiss you."Belle's face was bright red. "Just try and kiss me again, I swear—"Grayson leaned in and kissed her.Belle was pissed. "You! I'm going to kill you!"As she spoke, she raised a hand as if to slap him. Grayson quickly tilted his chin in the direction of Patrick. "Do you want to wake him up?"Belle's face was still red from anger. "You're such a pervert!""You told me to kiss you.""You—"She couldn't beat him up since Patrick was still there. She knew she wouldn't win an a