It was until the door was closed that Blake only looked up. Ms. Susan said with a slightly embarrassed tone, “Madam brought the little master out for a walk.” Blake stared at the door for a second before he closed the document in his hand. Slightly stunned, Kim looked at him in a confused manner. “Mr. Ferguson?” At that point, Blake’s phone rang. After the quick call, he looked at Kim and said, “It’s been a long night for you. Go back and get some sleep. I’ll tell my driver to send you home. We’ll grab lunch or dinner another day.” Kim blushed because Blake seemed so concerned about her.“Okay. You can give me a call anytime if you want to talk about this.” Ms. Susan was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and when she heard Kim’s coquettish tone, she clicked her tongue in disdain. She could not understand young ladies nowadays. Why were they so anxious about becoming someone’s mistress? All the education they received would simply go down the drain. … The neighborhood wa
Blake strode over as his expression turned cold. On the other hand, Jessica gave the man a big thumbs-up for performing sign language perfectly. The man looked at her wide grin with a soft gaze and asked, “How do I sign ‘I’d like to buy you lunch’?” Jessica did not overthink the situation. She instinctively showed the man how, and while she was at it, she did not realize that Blake was advancing closer. Before she could finish showing the man the hand signs, a shadow approached her from the side and overshadowed half her body. In a heartbeat, she was pulled behind the person who approached her. Surprised, she looked at the person with a blank gaze. ‘Shouldn’t Blake be with Kim back at the house, talking about the Spanish consul?’ Blake looked at the man coldly and said, “I’ve heard rumors about the second young master of the Waynes having unusual tastes such as taking a fancy to married women and stuff, but going after a woman with a child? That’s new.” Jessica was shocke
“Ma’am, isn’t it a little bit early for you to be back?” Ms. Susan was surprised when Jessica came back to the house. ‘Didn’t Mr. Ferguson go after Ma’am earlier? Didn’t they meet in the park?’ It was then that Ms. Susan noticed the gloomy look on Jessica’s face and quickly kept quiet. Jessica carried Winson out of the stroller and brought him back to his room. The door was slammed shut. Ms. Susan had never seen Jessica slam a door this loud. Curious, she sized up the closed door and wondered what happened. Less than two minutes later, Blake also came back in a lousy mood. His face was as black as charcoal, and he looked furious. Ms. Susan meekly said, “Ma’am is back. She’s in the nursery.” Blake did not even grunt as he walked straight to the study with that stiff expression on his face. Bang! The door to the study room was slammed shut as well. Fortunately, the doors of the mansion were sturdy enough. Otherwise, a few more slams and they would probably fall off. M
Blake glanced at Jessica, who was pretending to be asleep. He looked at Winson and said, “Wake your mother up for lunch.” He then turned around and left. …Although Jessica could skip lunch and be hungry, she could not starve her son. Winson went out of the room first and hugged Blake’s leg, asking him for food. Blake saw Jessica emerge with a stiff expression, and it made him even angrier. Jessica could not find any reason to smile at him. Instead, she found it more interesting to communicate with a stranger in the park using sign language, and her smile had been sweeter than ever back then. Blake carried his son and shoved the little kid into Jessica’s arms, urging her to feed her son. He was not in the mood to talk to her. She did not even want to sign at him anymore. All she did now was type on the phone and show it to him, so he did not want to talk to her anymore either. Because she was used to the oppression, she decided to simply endure it. She picked up Winson’s b
Blake also drank some water before he said, “After you get the prize money, remember to buy me dinner.” Jessica was fully immersed in the fact that she won, hence she couldn't care less about Blake. It was the first play that she had directed, and it won a prize from the TV station, so of course, she was thrilled. She nodded without a second thought. A week later, the school was informed of the result and the winning certificate was sent over. Jessica held the envelope in her hand. Although it might not be heavy or thick, holding the prize in her own hands was more than enough to make her delighted. She took a picture with the children together with the certificate. She then sent a message to Blake: [I’ll buy you dinner tonight.]Dean was also at the school when the prize was sent over. He went up to Jessica and tapped on her shoulder. “Congratulations! You are awesome! You won a prize with the first play that you directed.” Jessica smiled bashfully and put her phone back in
Blake glanced at Kim who bashfully looked away. “It’s nothing really. It’s my pleasure to be able to help Mr. Ferguson.” As Lady Cecilia nodded happily, she glanced at the dining area and then said, “The servants are done preparing. Let’s go have dinner.” The group then moved to the dining area. Just when Jessica was about to sit down with Winson, Lady Cecilia called Blake and nodded at the seats in front of them. “It’s Kim's first time at our house. Be a good host, will you?” Jessica froze for a moment. She looked at Blake before she sat down. Deep down inside, she ironically smiled, ‘I’m still Mrs. Ferguson here…’ Blake sat down beside Jessica whereas Kim sat down on his other side. After everyone was seated, Jessica squinted her eyes and waited for Robert, the man of the house, to pick up his chopsticks as a sign to start dinner. Because there was an outsider at the dining table, the atmosphere was a little more awkward than usual. Lady Cecilia glanced at Robert who said
Surprised, Blake furrowed his brows and asked, “Who gave him snacks? Didn’t I make myself clear not to feed him snacks before the meal?” Because Blake appeared mad, the servant dared not argue, and she timidly glanced at Kim. Kim did not know Blake would be this mad, so she meekly confessed, “Winson said he was hungry earlier, so I gave him something to eat.” She anxiously watched Jessica hand Winson to the servant. Back at Blake’s home, Ms. Susan was responsible for Winson’s meal while Kim was only responsible for teaching the kid to speak English and Mandarin. Kim probably thought that she was not close enough to Winson and wanted to buy the kid’s heart, which would definitely help her in front of the Fergusons, but the opposite happened instead. Lady Cecilia furrowed her brows slightly. No matter how well-educated or how well-behaved Kim was, when it came to Winson, Lady Cecilia would never tolerate any carelessness. However, she smiled as consolation, and to help Kim ou
Lady Cecilia agreed, “It’s a good idea. Kim started the project for us, and since she’s looking for a job now, why don’t you let her train in the company? It will be a win-win situation.” Jessica was chewing her food, but it suddenly felt tasteless as if she was chewing on candles. She almost forgot what she was eating. Robert and Lady Cecilia had completely blocked her out. They were pushing their son, her husband, to another woman and she could not even utter a single word. ‘Maybe this is how it feels like when a thousand ants bite my heart.’ Jessica smirked in her heart bitterly. She should have gotten used to the ignoring, but she still could not avert her gaze away. She scooped some rice into her mouth with the chopsticks and continued munching on it like she was chewing on candles. Blake put his chopsticks down, wiped his mouth, and looked at his parents. “Dad, Mom, I’ve already arranged someone to take over the tourism project in Spain. Kim has been hired to tutor Wins