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Jake glanced at Charlotte incredulously. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. What the hell did she say?Get back together? Now why would he do that? The woman chose her job over him… that ship had already sailed. There was no way in hell that he would make the mistake of reuniting with Charlotte. The woman was unstable and he definitely didn't love her anymore. She left and someone else occupied his heart. “Jake?” Charlotte chuckled nervously. She smiled and said, “Say something. You’ve been staring at me for a few minutes without saying anything. I said since you've confirmed that you're Lucian's father, we can now get back together and become a complete family.” “I’m just shocked. What did you say? Get back together? Are you delulu? Have you forgotten that we broke up- no, you broke up with me. Do you think you can decide to do something and I always have to bend to your will?” Jake questioned, shock clear on his face. "Charlotte, who the hell do you think you are
Oliver came over to the hospital after working for a few hours at the company. He bought Claire’s favorite food, Chinese beef fried noodles and brought it for her. He walked into the ward and smiled at her. She was seated on her bed with her back leaning against the headboard while she watched a TV show on the TV hanging on the opposite wall. She turned her head to look at him when he walked through the door and smiled when she got a whiff of the tantalising aroma. “Mmmmmm smells good. Did you bring me noodles?” She asked, her stomach rumbling from hunger. Oliver smirked when he heard the sound and Claire blushed. He said, “Someone’s hungry.” “Yes… I didn’t like any of the food that the chef prepared so I sent it back,” Claire answered, licking her lips as she stared at the bag in Oliver's hands. “Then I did well to get your favorite Chinese beef fried noodles. You must be starving!” Oliver remarked and approached Claire’s bed before placing a kiss on the crown of her head. “Yo
“Why are you here alone?” Greyson Norton asked his son the moment he walked through the grand wooden doors of their mansion. “I’ll bring your grandson later, Dad. We need to talk,” Jake said firmly. He walked towards a single couch in the living area and took a seat before facing his parents who were seated on a two-seat couch. “We rushed back here from the vineyard to see our grandson. How can you come by yourself? And where’s Charlotte? I can’t believe she’s the one who called me to tell us about your child,” Greyson complained. "Were you trying to hide him from us?"Like Jake, Greyson had dark brown hair and grey eyes, although his hair had a few streaks of grey and his eyes no longer had that vibrant colour- signs of ageing. His wife, Harriet Norton had strawberry blonde hair with green eyes. She was a beautiful woman and only had a few wrinkles in the corner of her eyes. The Nortons had a vineyard where they produced grapes that they used to manufacture different kinds of ta
Weeks passed. “Claire, can you tell me where Quinn’s home town is? I want to see her. It’s been so long,” Jake asked Claire for the umpteenth time that week. Days came and went and yet, Quinn had not returned. Jake was worried sick about her. Most importantly, he wanted to come clean about his son. They had been communicating on the phone, but he wanted to tell her in person. So, he had asked Claire not to say anything too. “She’s almost done with what she’s doing, Jake. She will be back soon,” Claire replied, rubbing her baby bump. She was already showing and her belly was bigger than normal because of the fibroids in her womb. Although Charlotte had slowed down their growth by regulating the estrogen levels, they still grew together with the pregnancy, taking up most of the space which the baby needed. Claire reached for the jug of water on her bedside table and Jake quickly rushed over and offered, “Let me.” He poured some water into a glass and gave it to her. After she dr
Jake received a text from Claire. She sent Quinn's address and added, "Good luck." He gulped, knowing what the good luck was for. The moment he saw Quinn, he was going to tell her that he had a son and they had been bonding in the last few weeks that she had been gone. After filling his tank with enough fuel for the hours long journey, he started off. However, he suddenly received a call from Charlotte. "Charlotte, not now. I'm busy-""Jake, our son is sick! Lucian has a fever and he's been calling for you! Can you please come over to the children’s clinic and stay with him? I have a few patients to attend to," Charlotte explained through sobs. Jake didn't have to think twice about it. After all, this was his son who had fallen ill. He made a U-turn and rushed to the Ford hospital before going to the paediatrics department. He found his son on one of the beds in the ward, wearing a colorful kid's hospital gown. The boy was sweating profusely and he kept creasing his eyebrows as
In the VIP ward reserved for the Fords, Claire was in the bathroom with her husband. Oliver stood in front of her, palming his erect and stiff rod. "Have you locked the door?" Claire asked while wheeling herself closer to her man. His shaft was calling out to her. Due to her condition, the two of them had not been intimate in a while. She missed it. However, there was nothing they could do but wait. That didn't mean she couldn't do something to satiate her husband’s needs. Oliver nodded, "Yes, both doors are locked."He was referring to the bathroom door and the door to the ward. When Claire reached him, she looked up from her wheelchair and said, "Spread your legs for me, handsome." Oliver smirked and spread his legs slightly to allow Claire's wheelchair to settle in between. In this position, his manhood was in line with her mouth. Claire held his shaft with both of her hands. She leaned over and licked the mushroom tip. A smile crossed her lips when it twitched in her hands
Buzz!! [If you want to see your boyfriend, go to the Ford Paradise Hotel.] Claire Hamilton squinted her eyes as she glanced at the lit screen of her phone, reading the message she had just received from a strange number. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what it could be about. Her boyfriend, Oliver Ford, had not contacted her that day despite it being their eighth anniversary. After trying to call him several times, she finally gave up when his phone directed her to voice mail for the umpteenth time. Now looking at the message she just received, Claire’s stomach did a flip. ‘Could Oliver have planned a surprise and texted me with an unknown number?’ Claire couldn't help but fantasize with anticipation. She hurried to get ready for the appointment. With her heart leaping with excitement, she took her time to look good for the night. Since she had been with her boyfriend for eight years now, she assumed he was going to propose to her today. She wore a short shimmery dress tha
Claire was frozen in her spot. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth was open, making her throat run dry. She didn’t expect to hear the news of her boyfriend dating someone else that night… heck, she didn’t even know he had someone else! She foolishly thought he had called her over to surprise her… This was indeed a surprise but not the type she was expecting. Her heart began to pound as Jessica hooked her arm around Oliver’s arm and exclaimed, “Oliver, look! It’s Claire! Let’s go say hi.” When they walked up to Claire, Jessica said, "Hi, Claire. Nice to meet you here." Then she unhooked her arm from Oliver’s and told him, “Dear, I know you and Claire have something to say… I’ll take care of the guests. See you soon." After those words, Jessica turned her back to Oliver and glanced at Claire, giving her a contemptuous and defiant look. Claire furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what that was about. Jessica was acting like she was already a winner. However, she couldn’t dwell on it becaus