George was such an insensitive man! He didn't even allow her to add a filter to the picture! Bad review! Sigrid looked at him resentfully and muttered, "Then I'll edit myself while you remain unedited." "You look so nice. There is no need to edit anymore." George zoomed into Sigrid's face in the picture. No matter how he looked at her, she looked so cute. He said, "Send me one of your selfies." "For what?" Sigrid looked at him, alert. George said calmly, "I want to use it as my wallpaper." Sigrid was speechless. Although this request was reasonable, if George wanted her pictures, he would definitely not allow her to edit them. Sigrid naturally had to edit her pictures so that they would be more perfect! Sigrid raised her mobile phone and tidied up her hair. She looked at herself carefully and said, "Wait a moment. I'll put on makeup after we return and take another selfie. I'm going to take the most beautiful selfie for you and send it to you
Sigrid still had some doubts. She used to suspect that George was actually gay, and that he liked either one of her two brothers. Now, watching him and another handsome man look at each other, she couldn't help but doubt. Even if she knew from the bottom of her heart that what he said might be true. "Stop thinking nonsense. Tonight, I will prove my sexual orientation to you!" George came closer to her and threatened her in a low voice. Sigrid suddenly stood up straight, withdrew her suspicious gaze, and looked at George with the most innocent eyes ever. "I didn't overthink! I know you like me. You will never like men." George's expression eased a lot when he heard her answer. Then, he glanced coldly at the man opposite him, withdrew his gaze, and left with Sigrid in his arms. "Pretty girl, wait a minute! Leave me your contact details!" The handsome young man shouted behind her. Sigrid was afraid that George would be jealous. She had lost many rounds of the
Tianna said with despise, "However, Oreo is not cute at all. And, he has a bad temper too." George and Sigrid were speechless when they heard that. They felt that if their son didn't change his bad temper, Tianna would hate him. "Not really. Oreo is also very cute. He likes to play with you, so he wants to catch your attention." Eleven quickly said, "Just like the naughty person who sits behind us in class. He always pulls your hair because he likes you and wants you to pay attention to him." George frowned. His daughter-in-law had another suitor in class??? Sigrid was startled. Was it currently common for children to mature so early? Eleven looked about the same age as Tianna. She was probably only around three or four years old. And she already knew that when a boy liked a girl, he felt entitled to her attention. Tianna didn't quite understand and said, "I understand that Oreo wants to play with me. However, it is impossible for that naughty boy to like
George did not care about the 20% discount at all. This cruise ship was not that big to begin with. It didn't even cost 10,000 dollars for a night here for so many of them. Thus, that 1,000 or 2,000 dollars meant nothing to him. It was just that he didn't want to attract too much attention. He nodded perfunctorily and went back to the room to change his clothes with Sigrid in his arms. As soon as they entered the room, Sigrid said angrily, "That waitress went too far! Did she want to take the opportunity to take advantage of you? Didn't she feel shameless? Didn't she see that I kept offering you food when we were having dinner? Didn't she see that we brought so many children with us?" "She even soiled your clothes. Is it even washable?" Sigrid wanted to complain to George for attracting unnecessary attention. However, when she recalled that he had been splashed with soup by the waitress a while ago, she couldn't bear to blame him. Hence, she could only pick up his clothes a
George started his miserable photography endeavor. Finally, Sigrid was satisfied with one picture after he took more than 30 pictures in a row. She was overjoyed. Then, she began to edit the picture and adjust the brightness. George saw her happily editing the picture. Suddenly, the depressed feeling that he had whilst taking the photos dissipated. Sigrid edited the picture and showed it to George. Then, she said, "I adjusted the brightness. Have a look. Although the picture was taken at night, you can see it more clearly now. How beautiful!" George looked at Sigrid on the phone's screen. The background was still a little dark. However, the picture was much better than the blurry pictures that he had taken. It was not as clear as the pictures taken during the day. Yet, it had a special feeling to it. He nodded. "You're so pretty. No matter how your photos are taken, you'll always look pretty." Sigrid suddenly felt very happy when she heard that
Sigrid's heart immediately ached even more. Just when she was about to say, "Go back," George said, "There's a congee shop over there. They could eat that." Sigrid looked at where George was looking. She suddenly beamed and said, "Here's something for you to eat." Oreo and Candy were still drinking milk at present. They could actually eat congee now. But it had to be simmered for a long time with less rice. After they entered the congee shop, George informed the shop assistant of his request. Then, he began to choose the ingredients. The congee had fish slices, a small amount of salt seasoning, and some diced vegetables. When the congee was served, Sigrid felt that her children were really pitiful. There wasn't much they could eat. The could not eat much salt either. She was worried that if they got used to eating these things, the children would not drink milk anymore. When Oreo and Candy ate the congee, they behaved like they were eating the
The handsome young man saw her wary look and folded his arms in front of his chest. "The way you look at me really makes me sad. I specially came all the way here to look for you. It's already so late, aren't you here because you want to have a romantic affair? Do you think I am suitable?" "A romantic affair? Me?" Sigrid widened her eyes in disbelief. She only came for a massage to relieve the pressure on her body. Why did it become her coming here to seek a romantic affair? "Don't you know? Our country's massage services have always been extraordinarily special." As the man said this, he winked at her, which made Sigrid shocked. It came to her mind that when she emphasized that she wanted a female masseuse a while ago, the waiter looked a bit troubled. People who came here for a massage were indeed developing some improper relationships. It was rare to have someone like her request for a same-gender masseuse. Sigrid was glad that the previous waiter under
He merely said, "You haven't provided feedback about how you feel after doing it for a long time." Sigrid rolled her eyes. They were already acting like an old married couple. Did she still need to provide feedback on his skills? Did she still need to do that? He was being awfully smug at this moment! "I don't say such explicit things!" Then, Sigrid glared at him angrily, "You are not allowed to think about all this nonsense all day long." George answered quickly, "Okay." However, he snickered in his heart that he could not do it. "There is breakfast served on the cruise ship. Get up and wash up. The children are probably hungry too." Sigrid looked at the time. It was already seven o'clock. Thus, she quickly got up. Although it was still early, Tianna and Eleven usually woke up at a fixed time as they slept early and their class started early. They immediately changed it to the current time zone around six o'clock. At this moment, they might have already g
"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