As soon as he thought of that possibility, Lucas felt his heart pounding violently. It was not that he hadn't thought of that before, but when he tried to probe into it, Elizabeth did not explain any further, so he thought that he couldn't possibly be Sugar Bun and Biscuit's father, but... What she was saying right now was really confusing him! "Sugar Bun and Biscuit... Whose children are they?" He asked tentatively. He did not want to misunderstand it only to find out that they were not his biological children. If that was the case, it would only raise his hopes for nothing! "Mine," Elizabeth said in a bad mood. Lucas pursed his lips and said, "You know that I'm asking for the children's father, and you know what I meant. Don't play dumb." "Hmph!" Elizabeth snorted. "Tell me, are they my children?" Lucas was dying of anxiousness. He put down the child in his hand, pulled her aside and asked, "They're my children, aren't they? So, you said that
When Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, her face had returned to normal, and the blush on her face was gone. Lucas felt slightly sorry for her, but now that he had his sons with him, it didn't matter anymore. He was addicted to pinching Sugar Bun and Biscuit's cheeks, and he couldn't even stop doing it. Previously, he did not want to keep doing this as he thought that they were someone else's children. If he accidentally pinched it too hard and caused them pain, he was afraid that Elizabeth would think that he was abusing the child. Then she might not let him take care of them anymore. But it was different now that they were his very own sons. He could pinch them as much as he wanted! Sugar Bun frowned in an aggrieved manner, and he wanted to push Lucas' hands away with his little fleshy ones. Unfortunately, he was too young to have the strength to do so, so he could only look at his father with grievance. Seeing that Sugar Bun's face had already t
After returning home, Monica looked for Cyril, expressing her frustration, "Cyril, look at Dad, how can he do that to me! He brought that lady there, but after seeing her being embarrassed, he then shifted the focus and asked me to apologize to them. Am I not deserving of respect?" Cyril frowned, saying, "Even if you feel dissatisfied, what can you do? After all, it is our father's freedom to be together with whoever he wants. Do you have the right to control him?" "But I can't take it! He clearly knows that Elizabeth had hit me, so how can he ask me to apologize to her. Why should I!" Monica sat down with a wronged face. "If it weren't for that woman, I wouldn't have to go to their place, let alone apologize!" "In fact, it's good to apologize so this matter can be considered over with. I think what Elizabeth said was out of anger as well. You don't want to be an outsider forever, do you? This will not benefit your marriage in the future," Cyril comforted her. A
As soon as the one-month beginner class ended, Sigrid began to accompany her husband to work. She wanted to check if there was any suspicious women around him. It was a very sudden decision that she decided to accompany him to work on the first day. She didn't allow him to send messages to anyone in the car. As soon as she arrived at the company, she began to pay close attention to his every move. After observing for an entire day, she found that the only lady who came into his office was definitely not his type. Only then did she feel relieved. On the other hand, George wasn't angry at all upon being monitored for the entire day. Instead, he seemed to enjoy the jealousy of his wife. "I've already told you that there are no suspicious women around here," George hugged her and said. "I can't trust you, I must see it for myself. I might drop a surprise visit from time to time. Therefore, you better be careful. Don't meet with any women when I'm not around. You e
"I remember that you liked eating sour things," George said with a smile. "Nobody likes to eat sour things!" Sigrid glared at him with anger. "Don't be so full of yourself!" He pinched her chin and said, "You. You're the one who likes to eat sour things." Sigrid frowned and she held his face in her hands. She pulled him closer to herself, aimed for his lips, and kissed him hard. In her imagination, this kiss that she planted should be a dominant one in which she was the one controlling the kiss. However, although she was dominating at the beginning, it only lasted for a few seconds, and it was not long before she was being pressed on and kissed on the sofa. Sigrid felt very frustrated. The difference between her body size and strength made it impossible for her to take advantage of George, thus she could only be taken advantage of. When George let her go and saw her upset face, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you like sour food now?" If she dared to
So the next morning, Sigrid felt soreness all over her body when she woke up. She was extremely regretful. Although it was rather romantic to sleep on the floor once in a while, she was the tired one. Initially, George wanted to take Sigrid to the company on this day, but when he saw his wife in pain with a sore body, he decided not to bring her. After breakfast, Sigrid enjoyed a massage from George. She could not help but say, "Press harder, it feels good." George saw her closing her eyes and she looked like she was enjoying it. He smiled and said, "I'll give you more massages in the future?" "Sure." Sigrid felt very happy. Although the process was a little painful, she felt like her body was relaxed after the pain. After half an hour, George stopped the massage and said, "Put on your clothes." "Help me put it on!" Sigrid was lying in bed and didn't want to move, so she waited for George to help her put on her clothes. ... A few d
Jonason, who was standing next to him, heard this and could not help but say, "If she gets charmed by you, she won't be able to work." Christin straightened his tie and said, "That's true. Then I shall just brighten up her day slightly." Jonason was dazed. Their family's inherited narcissism was indeed extraordinary. When they came out and found that the girls were not ready yet, Christin looked at the time and asked, "Why are they so slow? Didn't they come out after putting on makeup?" "The preparation time for girls is usually longer. When I was on a date with my wife, the longest time that I waited for her was three hours. You can't complain," said the older. Jonason and Christin were shocked. Three hours sounded quite horrible. "Our shooting starts at four o'clock. Even if they come out now, it won't start right away," the youngster said. Christin touched his own chin and said with regret, "It's such a pity, I wanted her to come out now and
Natasha gave him a disgusted look. This guy was really narcissistic. "After you go in, you can follow me. If anything happens, I'll take care of it," Christin leaned close to her ear and whispered. Natasha raised her eyebrows and asked. "Isn't it just a puzzle solving escape room? What is there for you to take care of?" "Isn't there a real NPC? What if you're kidnapped?" Christin frowned. A real NPC??? That kidnaps people?? Natasha was shocked. "Don't scare me! I can't take this!" "I am not scaring you!" Christin said, "Didn't you see the edited episodes of this program before? There are real people in there! You'll be miserable if you're taken away." Natasha smiled awkwardly. "Okay, you walk in front of me. If I'm taken away... then you can kneel on durian as your punishment." "Can I kneel on the washboard instead?" Christin asked with a serious face. "I think kneeling on durian is a tad too painful?" Natasha said, "Can you be more
"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