Knowing that his friend could easily sniff out lies, Lydia knew she had to pick her words out carefully. They were waiting for her to speak, and with each second that went by, their curiosity would grow. She didn't have an answer, though—not the appropriate answer Jayden would want, and she didn't want to say anything that would put her in the wrong light. This past few weeks had been good, and she wanted to maintain that.The answer to Oliver's question was simple: they had no plans about having kids because such wasn't stipulated in the agreement, but that answer would turn Jayden into a monster, and she didn't want to see that side of him ever again. The smile on her face was slowly fading, and a terrified look appeared, fearing the worst reaction in her moment of blankness. Lydia could see their suspicion growing with every passing second, and she needed to remedy that.She glanced up at Jayden, who held onto her waist. He would have the perfect answer and could save her quickly,
Lydia woke up with a smile on her face, and as her consciousness returned, the smile didn't leave; it grew. Last night had gone well. The weeks past had indeed gone well, but yesterday took the crown. She wouldn't have imagined life would go so well when Adam found her at the train station. She believed life would be hell, but it had not been that yet. Once she stopped looking at her duties as his wife as a punishment, it became easy to follow through with it. Hopefully, it will remain this way until the contract ends.Lydia got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom to draw herself a bath, not waiting on Ingrid. Usually, Ingrid comes to take her to breakfast, and when they return, she will draw her a bath, but Lydia wants to do something different. She wanted to bathe and get herself ready for breakfast.When Ingrid pushed the door open thirty minutes later, Lydia was already picking out her clothes."Good morning, Mrs White, what are you doing?" She asked in alarm, walking ov
Lydia's teeth gritted at Miles' introduction. It was her fault for ever thinking Jayden White stopped being the arsehole he was from the very beginning. He did not get better at listening to her or even treating her better. She had literally done everything these past weeks, and this was how he repaid her? A slap in the face in disguise of a bodyguard?Why? Because she asked him to leave the dining room? Was he that petty? Yes, he was, and that was why Miles Maxfield now stood before her.Without a word to Miles, the bodyguard Jayden had imposed on her, Lydia marched up the stairs, searching for Jayden, only to notice Miles trailing behind her.She turned around to him and barked at him. "Stop following me." It was hard enough that Ingrid followed her; she couldn't have another doing the same, and she didn't care what Jayden said."Where is his room?" She turned to Ingrid after climbing up the stairs and realising she didn't know which bedroom among the many belonged to Jayden White.
Lydia was most excited to begin this new phase in her life, and this happiness followed her to the White Estate's second office, where she started work last week. She never saw herself becoming anything past a regular staff member at Jakob Investment, where she had dedicated more than three years. Those who came before her and had spent more than nine years were still in mediocre positions, especially if they were women. Power was selective, and she had no hope of ever becoming more, so she settled for being paid and getting by. Most people started just like her with the hope of working a few years and then moving to something better but ended up getting stuck. It was one of the factors that influenced her relationship with Anthony; he was her boss, and since she needed the job at that time, she agreed to date him, fearing what might happen if she said no. Falling in love with him wasn't something she had planned, but it happened, and she found herself unable to walk away. Though h
Just like Jayden had promised, she received an email about the meeting yesterday along with the venue and time, so she began researching the nature of the meeting as she hoped to prepare herself. Jayden didn't join her for dinner because he said he had something important to get to, and this morning, he was gone before breakfast. Lydia believed he was avoiding her, maybe because of what happened at the office. She didn't hold it against him and wanted to tell him that, but there was no way of doing that because he was gone. Hopefully, today would be different, and they would get a decent dinner together like they used to. She had gotten used to having him at dinner and breakfast, so missing both did not make her very happy. Perhaps she was getting needy for his presence, but that was how she felt.Her desk phone rang, making her snap out of her thoughts and turn to Becky, who sat outside her office, staring in with her desk phone to her ear.Lydia answered and waited for her to speak
"We cancelled last week's game because of Sir's last-minute family emergency. Will we have to cancel this week?" Oliver asked over the phone."I don't think we will have to, but my opinion is one amongst four others; you will also need to reach out to them," Jayden said over the phone"I don't think I would need to. Everyone already knows the boys play every weekend. I need to remind you because you haven't been the same man since you came out of prison. You have missed most games without a valid reason, and that is why I am informing you ahead of time. No excuse this week."Jayden chuckled, "Fine, no excuses. But it sounds like you would rather spend the day out than with your wife.""Oh, it is the other way around, buddy; Imela would rather spend the day out than with me. She has added your wife to her group of friends and Nina, or did you forget?"At his words, Jayden remembered Lydia being invited by Imela to a girl's day out during Max's birthday party a month ago. He had forgott
Ingrid knocked on the door before opening and entering. Lydia looked from the file she was working through and raised a brow at her presence and silence."It's dinner time." The younger maid announced.Lydia's eyes widened, and she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It affirmed Ingrid's words. She had spent over an hour and thirty minutes on these reports, and she thought she had only spent fifteen minutes. She rose and shut the report file and followed her downstairs.She found Jayden already seated at the table, and the sight brought a smile to her face. She had missed him yesterday and this morning, and so she couldn't help the spring of happiness that started in her heart."Mister White, it's nice to find you here." She said with a small smile dancing around on her face.He moved on his seat at her words as if uncomfortable. "Mister White? What am I? Your class teacher?" he frowned at her. "My name is Jayden to you, not Mister White; do you understand that?""Perfectly, sir."
Jayden had said many things at dinner yesterday, one of which was asking her to take accountability for her lies that sent him to jail. Mary had also called her a liar when she found out Lydia had been the one whose testimony put Jayden in jail. The older woman was convinced that her testimony was falsified against Jayden but it wasn't. Lydia testified to what she saw—what she saw when she went with Anthony to the White Estate company building. Jayden believed she lied and had not changed his conviction, and so did Mary; then, perhaps there was more to this than she knew. What if what she knew was a lie? What if it was all set up? What if she was also bait in the grand scheme? She would have said Anthony wouldn't do such a cruel thing to her, but that man had no integrity or moral compass and would gladly do anything to get ahead. She heeded to confront him and look him in the eyes while she accused him of using her to frame Jayden White for a crime he didn't commit. This way, she wo