"It's already past 10:00 pm. You should get some rest." Maxwell gently reminded Jennifer, "Pregnant women shouldn't stay up late, and I don't want to see you exhaust yourself."Only then did Jennifer realize how late it was. She rubbed her tired eyes, smiled at him, and said, "I'd like to study just a bit more. The exam is this weekend, and I've lost so much time with everything that's happened. I'm worried I won't pass.""If you fail, so be it," Maxwell replied, pinching her nose playfully. "Are you afraid that I won't be able to support you?"Jennifer pouted. "But I don't want to be a housewife whose life only revolves around my husband and kids. I have my dreams too.""I was just teasing you." Maxwell chuckled. "Of course, I know you have your dreams. I won't stop you from pursuing your career. I just don't want you to overwork yourself, especially now during your pregnancy. You need to rest well."Jennifer clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture and uttered softly,
Therefore, Maxwell immediately called Michael and instructed the latter to escort Rachel home.…When Michael arrived at Max Bar, Rachel was drinking. Her vision blurred, but the moment she saw him, she sobered up instantly.As Michael reached out to support her, Rachel shoved him away. "Why is it you? Get lost! Ask Maxwell to come and get me," she snarled.Michael had been fed up with her antics for a long time. If Rachel did not create drama every other day, he would not have to drag himself out of his warm bed late at night and brave the cold just to pick her up.So, he sneered, "Ms. Walker, I suggest you stop this nonsense. Mr. Lance won't meet you. To tell you the truth, he's about to get back together with his wife. Do you get it? They're getting remarried.""What?" Rachel was stunned. She staggered to her feet, grabbed Michael by the collar, and demanded through gritted teeth, "When? When are they remarrying?"Michael scoffed before answering, "It all depends on Mrs. La
After a long day of taking exams, Jennifer finally finished her last paper. She got back into the car, sank into the seat, and let out a long sigh of relief.Maxwell embraced her gently and asked, "You must be exhausted. What would you like for dinner tonight?""Aren't you going to ask how I did on the exams?" Jennifer countered with a grin.Maxwell playfully tapped on her nose, his tone brimming with tenderness as he replied, "My wife is a top student. I'm sure you'd handle the exams perfectly, so there's no need to ask."His words elicited a chuckle from Jennifer. "You're right. The exam went well. Most of the questions were things I'd already gone over."Maxwell's eyes sparkled with excitement as he held her hand. "Well, in that case, we can get our marriage certificate tomorrow, right, Mrs. Lance?"Jennifer's heart fluttered with excitement and joy, and she nodded vigorously while wrapping her arms around Maxwell's neck. It was clear that she was more eager than he was. "
With that, Maxwell and Jennifer headed to the City Hall after finishing their breakfast.Although Maxwell had arranged for a high-ranking official to greet them the day before and they could arrive at any time, Jennifer preferred not to cut the line. So, they showed up at the city hall at opening time, making them the first in line. Maxwell held Jennifer's hand, and they exchanged a smile. However, Michael came rushing in the second they stepped into the marriage license office. He was panting as he stood before Maxwell and called out, "Mr. Lance."Michael looked flustered while shooting a wary glance at Jennifer. He clearly did not know how to broach the subject. Sensing that something was wrong, Maxwell told Jennifer, "Wait here. I'll be back shortly."Jennifer assumed there was a company emergency. Hence, she nodded obediently. "Go ahead and take care of it."And so, Maxwell followed Michael to a quieter spot. The former was visibly displeased as he demanded, "What's wrong
A trace of disappointment flashed in Jennifer's eyes as she watched the couples before her walking into the marriage license office. She sighed softly and said to Michael, "Mr. Smith, please take me home."Only then did Michael relax. Little did anyone know, he had been sweating profusely. He was afraid that he might not be able to keep Maxwell's secret and that it could lead to a major family argument.…Michael dropped Jennifer off at the doorstep of the Lance residence and left. Noticing her return, Martha immediately went to greet her.Jennifer paused briefly and asked, "Martha, I thought you had the day off. Why didn't you leave?""Both you and Mr. Lance have been so good to me. How could I take advantage of your kindness?" Martha answered with a smile.She added, "Besides, there's nothing going on back in my hometown, so I took the opportunity to tidy up the nursery and air it out."A faint smile played on Jennifer's lips as she nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."M
At last, Jennifer got out of bed, put on her coat, and prepared to go to Lance Group to find Maxwell. Even if they did not get their marriage certificate, she felt more at ease just being by his side and watching him work.Jennifer could not help but feel a hint of self-deprecation. She realized she had become increasingly reliant on Maxwell. She could not bear to be apart from him for even a minute.With that, she hailed a taxi and headed to Lance Group.…While the higher-ups and the secretaries in the president's office knew Jennifer well, the receptionists rarely had the chance to meet her.Thus, the receptionist politely asked, "Miss, may I ask who you are here to see?""I'm looking for Maxwell. I'm his wife," Jennifer confidently introduced herself.The receptionist immediately responded with enthusiasm, "Oh, you're Mrs. Lance! But Mr. Lance isn't in today. Let me take you to the lounge where you can wait for him.""He didn't come to the office? Not even this morning?"
Bridget's words pinpointed the exact question that Jennifer had been wrestling with. Even though she had no intention of reconnecting with her biological parents who had abandoned her, she was desperate to know why they had been so heartless.Bridget seemed to sense Jennifer's curiosity. So, she suggested, "It's too cold to talk out here. Let's get in the car. I promise I'll tell you everything you want to know."Seeing the smug look on her face, Jennifer could not shake the feeling that her past must be troubling. Why else would this woman be so pleased? Driven by a mix of curiosity and unease, she followed Bridget into the car. However, as soon as Jennifer was inside, a hand from behind covered her nose with a white cloth. Her vision blurred, and everything went dark as she lost consciousness.Jocelyn quickly hid the cloth, suppressing her anxiety as she told Bridget, "Ms. Walker said we can take her to Nimbus Lounge now. The person she found is already waiting there."A si
So, Bridget had no intention of revealing Jennifer's true identity at all! She merely used it as a ruse to lure the latter into the car and knock her out.Jennifer was overwhelmed with regret, realizing how foolish she had been to believe Bridget's lies yet again. She had walked right into that woman's trap!"Piss off! Do you even know who I am?" Jennifer glared at Leo. Through gritted teeth, she declared, "I'm Maxwell Lance's wife! Find out who he is. If you lay a finger on me, he'll make sure you never get away with it!"Leo chuckled contemptuously and replied, "Do you think I'm scared of your threats? So what if your husband is Maxwell? Shout all you want, but no one will come to your rescue."The moment he finished speaking, he lunged at Jennifer. It was as if he were a famished wolf that could not wait to feast."Get off me! Go away!" Jennifer yelled. She used all her energy to kick and hit him, but her efforts were futile. Her strength was no match for a man's.Fortunatel