Once Sigrid had consented, George immediately instructed Alisa to fill up the tub, while he opened the wardrobe to pick out what Sigrid would wear later. Sigrid saw him standing motionlessly in front of the wardrobe and was curious what he was doing. "Why are you just standing there?" "I'm thinking about what you should wear tonight." George's eyes flicked over the lingerie in front of him. There were all sorts of lacey nightgowns, and he wanted to see them all. Which one should he pick? Sigrid suddenly wanted to take back what she said before. She had a hunch that she'd be going through a lot that night. However, George had already chosen a red silk nightgown... Sigrid watched as he threw the nightgown onto the bed and said, "Am I- Am I wearing this tonight? It looks really short." There was some sexy underwear next to it, but what were the strings on the underwear for? Did it have to be so sexy? Sigrid was dumbfounded. She stared at hi
Sigrid bit her lip and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back to accompany you over the weekend." "Okay." George loosened his grip on her chin but he still held her tightly in his arms. The car was driving relatively slowly and it took roughly an hour and a half before arriving at University A. That day was the day that everyone returned to school, and the entrance was crowded with students. Though there were many other students being dropped off by car, when a Rolls Royce suddenly pulled up, it would naturally be a cause for attention. There were plenty of students from the art department who was also from well-off families, but the most they could afford was a car that cost around one million. It was still rare to see a car that cost more than a few million. Sigrid actually felt that George was already being low-key. Even when he picked out her ring, he immediately went for one with several huge diamonds on it. If he weren't trying to keep a low profile, his
Sigrid always had a good mindset. Perhaps this had something to do with the fact that a lot of girls had been envious of her from a young age. She was used to it and wasn't bothered by such a small matter. They headed to the spot where Sigrid had hung her quilt and turned it to hang vertically so that Rachel had space to hang hers. "Let's have steak for lunch?" It had been ages since they'd had steak together and Sigrid missed it. University A's campus was huge and there was a commercial area near one of the dormitories. It had a lot of restaurants and even a mall in it. The two of them came to their all-time favorite steakhouse. After they'd ordered, Rachel began spilling the beans on her pursuit of Cyrus. "Cyrus added me on Facebook! Didn't I tell you before that I kept treating his assistant to meals? Well, I found out that his assistant was a foodie. I kept buying him food but he was still reluctant to give me Cyrus' Facebook contact. Finally, I coul
Sigrid felt a little wronged and she said, "Hubby... I was wrong." George felt his heart softening a little when she called him hubby. However, he still felt that he couldn't forgive her. If he forgave her, she would do that again. "Hmm." He snorted, showing that he was upset. Men were terrifying when they were unsatisfied. Generally, calling him 'hubby' was a surefire way to get him to ease up. Who knew it wouldn't work today! It looked like she was doomed on this weekend. Sigrid trembled in fear. "I really know I was wrong..." "Yes, but I won't forgive you." George narrowed his eyes. "Unless you can satisfy me today." Sigrid thought about it for a moment and said, "Wait." She grabbed all her things and returned to her bed, lowered her curtain, then turned on her small table lamp. After making sure that the bed was well-covered by the curtain, she took out her cell phone from the waterproof bag, plugged in a pair of headphones, and put t
Seeing Sigrid stay silent, Hannah pouted and thought to herself that there had to be something fishy going on. Sigrid just lowered her head and ate her breakfast. She ordered a pancake, a cup of milk, and an omelet. After she was done with her breakfast, she took out her book and started doing her revision. She would be sitting for her exams starting from tomorrow. She hadn't even touched her books all summer, and if she didn't start revising now, there was no hope for her to even pass at all. At half-past eight the next morning, Sigrid and her roommates arrived at the examination hall and took their seats. They arrived half an hour earlier and the hall was still not crowded yet. However, Sigrid noticed that her classmates all stared at her when she entered the hall. It was exactly the same as when she went to study the night before. She felt helpless at this moment. Even before this incident, she'd attracted others' attention. Now, it was even wor
The first batch of meat was already cooked by the time Rachel came back. She immediately started to eat after dipping it in some sauce. Aside from the meat, they also ordered SIgrid's favorite, smoked salmon. When they were almost done, George asked, "When will you be free to come home?" Before Sigrid could say anything, Rachel said, "We only have about two or three exams this week, and there won't be any spot checks. Sigrid, if you want to go home, there's nothing to worry about!" Why had Rachel spoken so quickly? Was she trying to kill her? George let out a mirthless laugh and said, "That wasn't what you told me just now." What happened to have to stand by for her teacher's instructions? She'd made it sound like she was so busy she couldn't leave school at all, yet the truth was that she could leave at any time! Rachel had an innocent look on her face. When she saw Sigrid give her a reproachful look, she pretended that she didn't realize she'd jus
Sigrid grabbed his hand and said with some embarrassment, "We're in the car!" Hearing this, George did not react. He just stared at her with his deep, eager eyes. Sigrid felt her face turn redder under his gaze. She bit her lip, but she wasn't on board with his idea. "We should head back." At the very least, he had to resist the urge until they were home. George gulped and nodded. "You stay in the back seat." Seeing that he didn't even look at her as he got up, Sigrid knew he probably couldn't hold the urge any longer. She knew that if she sat in the front seat, she might distract him from driving. It was better for her to stay here. She hummed in agreement, rearranged her clothes, and sat there quietly. She didn't dare to even move, afraid she might attract George's attention and make him act impulsively. Although she was used to George's horniness and from time to time they might even talk about naughty topics, she still couldn't accept having ca
Upon seeing her naked, George's eye's turned dark and he started breathing heavily. However, he knew he had to bring her out for dinner first, and held himself back. When they arrived at the newly opened restaurant in City A, Sigrid noticed that it was really quiet and that there were only a few servers standing around. George took out his VIP card, swiped it at the cashier and the waiter brought them to their private room. It was the end of September and the place was well lit. They could see the stream outside clearly from their private room. Sigrid said curiously, "It's so quiet here." "It's the first day of their soft launch. There won't be many people," George replied. Sigrid was stunned, "What? It's their first day operating and you already have their VIP card? Are you friends with the owner?" "I am the owner," George said. Sigrid was speechless. Initially, she thought that going abroad just for a meal was insane. But looking at t
"Okay." Grace agreed and said, "I have something else to discuss with you." When he finally heard this sentence, Zaden knew that there must've been something going on. "What's the matter?" As they talked, they went into the lounge. Zaden also specifically told the secretaries that no one was allowed to come in and disturb him before work in the afternoon. These words made the secretaries' eyes turn red. Since he had ordered them to keep everyone out of his office while he was inside with a woman, it was hard to control their imaginations from running wild. "How's your investigation on my surrogacy?" Grace asked. Zaden had thought that Grace's patience was wearing thin, and so she had sought him out for an update on his progress. Feeling a little ashamed, he said, "I'm sorry. There hasn't been any progress so far. You know that information on surrogacy is highly secured. It won't be so easy for my subordinates to investigate it." "It's okay. You
"Stop!" Grace made a gesture and said, "I'm going to the Empire Group. Do you want to go with me?" "Oh?" Gentry was flustered for a moment and then realized that he had almost gotten himself in trouble. He quickly said goodbye. "Sorry, sorry for bothering you. It's my fault!" Grace shook her head helplessly. She went to the kitchen to bring the toiletries she had prepared for Zaden, and set off for the Empire Group. Grace took a cab, as she didn't have the nerve to ask her chauffeurs to give her a ride. This was the first time Grace had taken the initiative to go there. She didn't know whether she was going to meet Zaden or not, but the staff at the front desk had changed since the last time she had went to deliver food and she didn't know when it had happened. Hence, the new staff didn't know her at all. However, when she saw that Grace was dressed up very beautifully and elegantly, she guessed that Grace must be someone important. Naturally, she didn't d
This time, Grace took the initiative. She stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Zaden's neck, and took the initiative to plant her pink lips on his. The chaste kisses turned into lingering kisses. Zaden had always restrained himself very much. Every time he met Grace, he always felt that he was on the verge of losing control. "Well, I can't believe that you are so obedient today. Go to sleep. If you kiss me again, I might not remain chaste. You won't have a chance to sleep even if you want to," said Zaden. After going to bed, Grace took the initiative to cradle into Zaden's arms. Just like Dulcie acting like a spoiled child, Grace had also put all of her heart and soul into Zaden, like a spoiled child. The next day, there was still no sign of Zaden at breakfast in the Andrew household. "Oh? Dad's gone again..." Dulcie said regretfully. Douglas found that his sister was upset, thus he comforted her, "It doesn't matter, Dulcie. Daddy need
The silent confrontation was still going on, and Zaden was waiting. When would Moira give in? Moira was also waiting. When would Zaden be gracious enough to let her go? However, perhaps these two people didn't know each other very well. They both had naive expectations that were absolutely wrong and impossible to achieve from the beginning. "It's so cold..." Moira murmured in a low voice. As she spoke, a puff of white vapor immediately appeared in front of her lips. Even though kneeling down like this was not a big deal, Moira had always been pampered and had grown up a spoiled child. She had never suffered this kind of hardship before. Her body could not bear it either. She only felt that her legs were on the verge of losing its strength and becoming numb. The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the wind and rain swayed. Flowers in the garden were beaten into a mess by the rain, as so was Moira. Moira's body had reached its limit, and she could not catch h
"Plop—" Moira's kneecaps hit the ground, the sound of it ringing crisp. Grace was dumbfounded. She looked at Moira, who was kneeling in front of her, and could not say anything for a while. As for Zaden, there was not even the slightest expression on his face. "What, what are you doing?" Grace asked. She instinctively stood up from her chair as she took in the scene before her, at a complete loss of what to do. Moira glanced at her. Sometimes, when one's ego was at one's feet, one becomes more able to take humiliation than usual. She replied with indifference, "Why are you so agitated? I'm not kneeling at you. Don't think too much of yourself." Moira looked at Zaden and said, "Zaden, I beg you, please have mercy on the Coulson family. No matter what you demand, as long as I can do it, you can demand it!" Zaden frowned and said, "Kneel further if you want to. You're an eyesore right now." Mercy? For someone like Zaden, mercy had always bee
"No, Mother, if Zaden takes over the Coulson Group, then we..." Moira could not continue speaking. She did not even want to imagine what would happen. "You understand now? I thought a donkey kicked you in the brain!" "That... That won't do. I'll go beg him right now!" Moira shouted. Now that things had come to this, it was obvious that Zaden's target was Moira. Although she was extremely unwilling, she would have to make a stand against him now. No matter what she would have to experience, she had to protect the company. She could not lose everything. She rushed to the Andrew family villa, but Moira was not even allowed through the main entrance. "Let me in!" Moira began making a scene outside. She made such a ruckus that it was difficult for the people inside to ignore her. "Mr. Andrew, Miss Coulson is causing a scene outside, this..." the butler informed Zaden "Let her be," Zaden said expressionlessly. This was not the first
Grace frowned before cutting Moira off. "Moira, there's no use in talking to me like that. I just want to know who it is. Tell me the truth!" "Do you think I'll tell you just because you want to know?" Moira scoffed before retorting, "Who do you think you are?" "Does this mean that you admit you used Mr. Yale's name to deceive me?" Grace quickly latched onto the loophole in Moira's words. "Hah, I didn't say that. You're just making things up." Moira was still as stubborn as a mule. She once again diverted the topic so that she could insult and ridicule Grace. All sorts of vulgarities came through the call, and each minute that passed only pushed a person's limits even further. Grace felt nothing at Moira's words. However, Zaden, who was next to her, did not want to hear any more of it. He was on his last straw, so he grabbed the phone to end the call. "Are you stupid? Just letting her scold you like that?" Zaden asked, his tone sour. "As long a
"Mr. Yale and his wife are quite old, so having children has been difficult for them. In the beginning, they contacted many surrogacy agencies. However, Mr. Yale was extremely cautious when it came to picking a surrogate mother. This caused a lot of trouble to the agencies since the surrogate mothers they suggested never met his standards." "Later, Mr. Yale thought about going abroad to find a surrogate mother. However, right at the critical moment, he suddenly found out that Mrs. Yale was already pregnant!" "The pleasant surprise caused them to give up their search for a surrogate mother. After all, Mrs. Yale wasn't getting any younger and they both went through a lot to get this son, so that's why the Yale family treats him so preciously." As Zaden listened to the report from his subordinate on the other end of the call, his mood grew complicated. The only way he could clear his mind was to focus on the fact that the night wind had blown his body cold. To be h
Mr. Yale's word of thanks was like a knife stabbing into Grace's heart. How could she be worthy of his gratitude? She could not take it anymore and felt like returning to the car to escape the situation. Mr. Yale withdrew his hand in embarrassment. Even he, who was usually slick and smooth, could not find the right words to say at this time. Zaden tried to smooth things over by saying, "I'm sorry, she was one of the victims too, so..." "I understand," Mr. Yale said with a nod. "We understand and more than anything else, we thank you, Mr. Andrew. You've worked hard today. We won't take up any more of your time. You should go back early and rest. We will definitely drop by next time to properly thank you." Zaden nodded and turned to get in the car. Dulcie was all worn out from crying too long, so she was curled up in her seat and fast asleep. Zaden asked softly, "What on earth happened before I arrived?" Grace suddenly turned teary-eyed. The tear