Chapter 16

“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.

Ms. Susan scratched her head at the situation. She shook her head and thought, ‘I guess the two of them have argued again…Strange. Ma’am is usually quite even-tempered. She’s soft and kind other than being mute. Alright, I guess it’s difficult for people to accept a mute, let alone the prestigious Fergusons…

‘But arguing with a mute? Mr. Ferguson’s temper is really bad.’

Even during lunchtime, Jessica remained in the room. Ms. Susan looked at the shut door and said to Blake, “Sir, Ma’am is still in the room. Should I inform her?”

Blake’s hand that gripped the chopstick froze for a moment before he said in an impatient tone, “Whatever. If she doesn't want to eat, just let her be.”

Finding herself in a difficult situation, Ms. Susan said, “But, Sir, Ma’am barely ate anything in the morning, and it’s time for Little Winson to have lunch.”

Blake took a deep breath and sighed. A second later, he said to Ms. Susan, “Go call her then.”

“O-okay.”

Ms. Susan went to the second bedroom to knock on the door, but it remained silent. She opened the door for a peek before she returned to the dining area. “Sir, Ma’am and Little Winson are sleeping.”

Blake frowned. ‘She’s been sleeping ever since she came back from the park? It’s morning! Hmph, how could she have the mood to sleep?”

He put the chopsticks on the table and then went up to the room.

Jessica was really asleep. It was dark in the room since the curtains were drawn together.

When Blake walked to the window and pulled the curtains open, the bright sunlight poured in and shed its brilliance over Jessica’s face. She frowned and slightly opened her eyes. Then, she shielded the sunlight with her hand.

Blake stood beside the bed and looked down at her. “Wake up. It’s lunchtime.”

Jessica barely slept last night, so she did not want to wake up since she was already in bed. She turned around and continued sleeping.

Blake pulled her blanket away and said, “I don’t care if you don’t want to eat, but Winson must eat. You cannot torture my son.”

Jessica endured his criticism. She bolted up and grabbed her phone in the drawer beside her bed to type: [Then, bring your son down for lunch!]

Ever since Blake expressed his dislike of her sign language because he could not understand her, she never signed in front of him anymore. She typed what she wanted to say on the phone and simply showed it to him.

Blake furrowed his brows at the words she typed on the phone. He then looked at her while she glared right back at him. Both of them were confronting each other with no one willing to take a step back.

Blake clenched his teeth tightly.

Since Jessica had nothing to lose anymore, she was much bolder than usual. However, why must she argue with him?

Jessica got fed up with the stare-off since Blake did not say or do anything. Finally, she covered herself with the blanket and went back to bed.

Winson, however, woke up. He looked at his father and said in a sulky tone, “Dada, hungry…”