All Chapters of Mr. Roosevelt's Pampered Pawn Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kirsten’s mind went into overdrive and a barrage of questions raced into her mind. What promise was he talking about? Did he manipulate her again making her believe that he had gotten over Vanessa but in reality he wasn’t? Was getting jealous with James, another ploy of him into pushing her to divorce him. Was he also using Gavin to make their relationship sour that would eventually lead to divorce? Kirsten stood rooted on the spot staring at the back of the man. Kirsten could no longer recognize the man she loved. Did he truly exist? Or was he just a mirage? Sensing that someone was looking at him, Matthew turned and saw Kirsten looking at him in daze. “Let’s talk another time, bye.” Matthew pressed the end call button and walked over to Kirsten. “Oh, you made me dinner,” Matthew said and took the tray from Kirsten, placing it on his desk. Kirsten could not control the tremor of her body and took a seat on the couch. Her eyes were not leaving her husband who was enjoying the food

Lucille didn’t want to bring Gavin with her. He is another proof that men are not dependable. Plus, bringing Gavin with her would be a financial burden. She didn’t want to leave her comfortable life and her money was just enough for her lifestyle. Gavin stayed in his room to figure out what he should do. In order not to create a gap in Matthew and Kirsten’s marriage, instead of calling Kirsten, Gavin opted to call James as he told him to give him a call if he needed something. “Hey,” James' jovial voice came over the phone. “Are you free tonight?” Gavin asked. “Yes, want to hang out with me?” James was coming out of the conference room. “If you don’t mind,” Gavin replied with a chuckle. “I don’t. Let's meet tonight at seven. Do you want me to pick you up?” Gavin was Kirsten's brother, he would cherish the people she loved. “No, send me the address.” “Alright.” James sent the address to him and then sent Kirsten a message. After reading the message, she called Matthew.

It was James’ first time entering a supermarket. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he didn’t have to bother himself over a trivial matter. Kirsten knew that and it was the reason she refused when he volunteered to go with her.  Kirsten took a cart and pushed it. James held the cart and said, “Let me do it.”  It was ungentlemanly to let her push the cart while following her.  From the outsiders’ viewpoint, James and Kirsten were like other couples who were buying stuff to fill their fridge and cupboard for their daily necessities.  With two bags full on James’ hands they walked side by side, happily chatting as if they went back when they were in highschool

All day, Kirsten could not work properly. She had been disturbed by the pictures of Matthew and Victoria that were sent anonymously at her office. They seemed to be intimate in the photos. Nowadays, it is easy to forge pictures. Kirsten wanted to take the photos to the expert to check the authenticity of the picture. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She would just wait for her husband to come home. Since he will be coming back today and just confront him about it tonight. All through the ride home, Kirsten was in tenterhooks. As the cab approached the apartment building her heart beat increased. She couldn’t help but tremble. “Madam, Mr Roosevelt is back.” Gemma said. “Alright,” Kirsten said with calm demeanor despite herself. Kirsten walked slowly towards the room, trying to figure out how she would confront him about the picture. What if it wasn't true? He will be vexed. He was away for the whole month and she didn’t want to have a fight. ‘Just forget about the pi

“Yesterday was her birthday. Did you remember it?” Gillian said as she put down the tray on the coffee table. She poured juice in each glass and gave it to Lucille and Victor. Lucille guiltily looked down. “My daughter was celebrating her birthday yesterday?” Victor asked, Gillian nodded. “Can you tell me more about my daughter? Her childhood? Everything about her.” He wanted to fill that blank. Lucille could not tell anything about Kirsten except that she’s a lawyer but she had no story to tell him because she didn’t care to ask what Kirsten was when she was growing up. Gillian's face was full of love and tenderness as she recounted countless stories about Kirsten from the day she was abandoned and to the present. While Gillian was full of smiles while recounting, Victor and Lucille were full of tears. “Gillian, thank you for taking care of my daughter,” Victor said with heartfelt gratitude. They took his daughter as their own. “How can I repay you?” Gillian shook her head