Seeing this, the old woman couldn’t help curling her lips, “Look, your husband has gone out with another woman and you’re still so calm about it. Don’t come crying to me if something happens.”Arianne’s head was spinning, “Granny! They just happen to be going the same way. Don’t ever say such a thing. It might happen with other women, but not Tiffie. Do not think of Tiffie in that way!”Tabitha waved her arms as she walked out to the garden. Arianne let out a long sigh. People had more to say in their old age. She didn’t really mind. Once the old woman understood Tiffany more, she would stop saying such things.Tiffany followed Mark into the office. She walked towards Jackson when she saw him and knelt down next to him to check his swollen hand, “Does it hurt?”Jackson turned his face away and didn’t say a word. The only thing he wanted to do now, was to stay quiet and do nothing.Knowing that Mark was outside, waiting for her to take him away, Tiffany used up her lifetime supply of go
Jackson mumbled an indifferent reply, closed his eyes and leaned back on the car seat in silence.Once they arrived back at White Water Bay Villa, he took off his bloodied shirt and got into the shower. Tiffany took out the first aid kit and quietly waited. She wanted to soothe the trauma plaguing his mind. She wanted him to really cheer up. She would always stay by his side. Jackson suddenly slid his hand down her clothes from behind while she was lost in her thoughts. Then, he climbed on top of her, “I want you…”They hadn’t been intimate for a while due to Bernadette’s troublemaking. She nearly lost control when she smelled the fresh scent of his body wash. However, she knew that he was only seeking psychological comfort and was simply trying to release it out of habit, just like his wanton, carefree past. She had to help him get rid of this habit. She only wanted to be intimate with him in the name of love.She pushed him away, pulled out the alcohol swab to clean his wound, “No.
It was soon proven that he did. It had been less than half a day, but he seemed to be back to his normal self. He was dressed in white woolen home clothes with an apron around his waist. He looked like a decent man from a good family. She knew that this picture of calm was superficial. His heart was riddled with gaping wounds. Her heart went out to him. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his firm body and pressed the side of her face firmly against his back, “Jackson…”Jackson stiffened and smiled, “Why so emotional all of a sudden? I just wanted to cook, since I have nothing to do at home. Go and get showered. Dinner will be ready soon.”She pinched his waist provocatively, “Alright, I’ll wash myself clean…”Perhaps it was the effect from Jackson’s efforts to bring comfort, as Tiffany now felt much happier. She hummed a tune as she arrived downstairs after her shower and quietly waited for dinner. She stared at the glistening and fragrant feast all over the table and near
Mark pulled out a cigarette from his cigarette box. A bodyguard quickly lit it up for him.He exhaled a puff of smoke before carelessly saying, “I can represent the West family, so you may speak freely. I’ll be honest with you, no West will see you now. You have nothing to do with Mr. West at all. Everyone knows this. Consider it our way of getting rid of a problem with money.”Bernadette gritted her teeth, “And what if I don’t want to talk to you?”He lifted his gaze at her and smirked, “I’ll give you one more chance. If you won’t talk, then you won’t ever get to talk again.”Bernadette’s fingers tense, “Fine, I’ll talk then. I want a villa on San Pelegrino Hill and $15 million in cash. These are my terms. They are non-negotiable.”A villa in San Pelegrino Hills? And 15 million dollars? Mark chuckled, but his eyes were cold and terrifying, “Heh… Do you really think… that you have the right to make these demands? A villa in San Pelegrino Hills already costs more than $15 million, and y
“Fine, I’ll talk then. I want a villa on San Pelegrino Hill and $15 million in cash. These are my terms. They are non-negotiable.”It was the contents of her conversation with Mark from three days ago, trimmed into a few sentences, enough to simplify the matter, enough to clearly define her as a wicked, gold digger!Her pregnancy out of wedlock had also been dragged out and turned into a cock and bull story by netizens. Some netizens had even published her phone number and identification number. Her phone was ringing off the hook from spam phone calls, forcing her to turn off her phone. She was now holed up in the hotel, too afraid to even step out! Previously, when she met up with Mark, she was very careful with her words, as she was afraid that the conversation might be recorded. Unfortunately, her nervousness in the process was her downfall… At that very moment, Atticus calmly faced an interview by the media, detailing his dispute with her. Atticus’s previous students also stepped
Bernadette sat decrepitly on the side of the bed; her hair was in a disarray, and the look in her eyes towards Atticus was complicated. In the end, she chose not to say a word. She had thought that he would come alone, but now Summer was here too. She couldn’t possibly reveal such unbearable details to the world. This was her final shred of dignity, “It’s nothing. I’ve lost. Nothing happened between us. That child isn't yours. That’s all.”Summer looked at her, utterly disgusted. She thought that she would hear some new piece of revelation from her. She did not expect to hear that, “You’re nothing. We’ll be leaving now. Take care, Miss Legrand.”In the end, Bernadette did not take Mark’s villa or his money. Aside from complete and utter ruin, she gained nothing from her exploit. Her final request was for Mark to get rid of the internet discussions and grant her peace. She couldn’t afford to offend this man.A great divide that could never be patched up now separated Jackson and Atticus
She narrowed her eyes and surveyed him. He used to bark orders at her, but now, the tables have completely turned. She suddenly felt the urge to torture him, “Sure. Remember to add salt. Salt is finer, sugar is more coarse. Don’t mess it up. Also, you have to wash the vegetables.”Mark felt helpless. “I only make mistakes once.” Yes, the last bowl of noodles that he had made in her condo was a failure. It should be much easier now that he had gone through it once. This time, he would perform well.By the time he served the noodles onto the table, they smelled particularly delicious to Arianne, probably because she was starving. It tasted pretty good too.When he saw how focused she was with her food, he couldn’t help asking, “Does it taste that good?”“Passable,” she answered without lifting her head.He was speechless. Was this woman incapable of sincerely praising him? Passable? What did she mean by that? If it tastes good, say so. If it doesn’t, just say it. What kind of evaluation
With him holding her from behind like that, she felt slightly nervous. She relented in order to quickly get away from this particular position. “Okay.”He smiled and released his arms from around her waist.Back in the bedroom, the pair lay side by side but could not seem to fall asleep. Arianne slept whenever she wanted, night or day. She wasn’t tired at all. Mark couldn’t sleep because she was right next to him.“Do you want a boy or a girl?” he suddenly asked in the dark.“It’s all the same,” Arianne answered immediately, “As long as the child is born safely, I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl. This will be the only child I’ll ever bear in this life. I can’t choose.” She paused for a while, then asked, “What about you?”He turned to the side and faced her, then placed his hand gently on her abdomen, “Me too. I’ll love it, no matter if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as it’s from you.”Arianne couldn’t describe how she felt when she heard this. She was too used to his cold and distan