Semua Bab My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!: Bab 901 - Bab 910

Jackson brushed his lips across her warm hand as he spoke."Don't you want to be my sister? When you were drunk, you wanted to be my Sis. If you want, we can go back to the way things were. If you don't want to return to Valor Residence, I can live with you in your rented place like before."Feeling startled, Serenity stared up at him in surprise. She felt his lips pressing against her hand, his hot breath against her skin. His features were delicate, his eyes gorgeous. He seemed to be a chiseled statue of male perfection, so much so that she could not take her eyes off him.Serenity pondered. 'Do I want to be his Sis again? Do I want to go back to the way things were?' Serenity questioned herself. Once upon a time, Serenity was happy and carefree, living a cozy life with Jackson. She thought she finally had a family and was no longer alone! All she wanted was a family. Love was not part of her expectations at that time.Serenity eventually calmed down and returned to a calm and

"My dad said that you should announce the wedding date later. To show your sincerity," Sandra said."Sure," Wilson agreed. He would do whatever she wanted him to do."Let's do the first dance when the dance starts," Sandra added."Hmm," Wilson agreed. Just then, Wilson's phone rang suddenly. Wilson grabbed his phone and frowned upon seeing the caller ID. Then, he told Sandra, "I need to take a call. I'll be right over."With that, Wilson went to a quiet corner and answered the call. The man he had sent to Solaria to keep an eye on Clara was calling. He must be calling to inform him about Clara's latest situation. When Wilson answered the call, his face suddenly changed. All Wilson heard was, "Mr. Birch, Clara is leaving Solaria on the 3:45 p.m. train, and…""What else?""She's not alone," the informant said.Wilson was puzzled. Clara was not alone? What did he mean by that? Wilson knew about Clara's mother. Clara had disappeared after her release from prison. Her mother had

Mrs. Wells spoke of Sandra with a lot of seething resentment. Her daughter had suffered so much more than Sandra."Mom!" Clara hastily interrupted, "Stop it." Yanny was right beside her. She did not want the child to listen to the adults' grudges.Mrs. Wells seemed to have understood and quickly shut up. Fortunately, Yanny was not listening to their conversation. He was busy looking around the station.Clara could feel her anxiety growing stronger as the minutes ticked by. She wished she could immediately whisk her mother and son away on the high-speed train.Yanny happened to need the restroom when the radio finally began to announce the check-in for the tickets, so Clara told Mrs. Wells, "Mom, can you watch the bags? I'll take Yanny to the restroom.""Better hurry. They’re checking the tickets," Mrs. Wells urged."Yeah, I know," Clara responded. Holding Yanny's hand, Clara brought him to the restroom. She had to take her son to the ladies since her son was too young to go to

Clara took a deep breath, followed Wilson, and got into the car.After getting into the car, Clara's phone rang. She glanced down at her phone. It was her mother calling.Clara answered the phone only to hear her mother's anxious voice. "Clare? Where are you? Are you coming over? The ticket inspection is almost over.""Mom, Yanny and I can't go over anymore. You should find a place to stay for a while, maybe a motel," Clara said."What's going on?" Mrs. Wells asked.Clara looked up and met Wilson's gaze. Wilson seemed curious about her answer, his lips curling into a mocking smile.Yanny sat between the two adults and gazed up at Clara. The father and son had somewhat similar eyes, their similarity becoming visibly distinct."We're with Wilson right now," Clara said calmly.Mrs. Wells drew a sharp gasp on the other end of the phone, panic coloring her voice. "H-He met Yanny?! And you… Wilson…" Mrs. Wells stammered, barely able to speak."Mom, don't worry. I'll handle this," Cl

Wilson had sworn that he would never let anyone from the Wells family hurt him again. But why could she cause him so much pain with just a few words?!"Is that so? A DNA test will tell us the answer." Wilson quietly hid the pain in his heart."Don't bother. Yanny is not your son!" Clara hissed."It's not up to you to decide," Wilson warned, his voice cold. "If he's my child, he must return to the Birch family!"Clara's face instantly turned pale. She could not stop the sharp 'No!' that escaped her lips.Her cry was so harsh that Wilson froze in his tracks."He's the child you didn't want. How could you let him go to the Birch family? No one in the Birch family wanted him!" Clara snapped, angry. To her, Yanny was all she had! "Because he has my blood in him. I never intended to let my child live separated from me," Wilson stated.Clara suddenly fell silent, shuddering in fear, her pale face colored with nothing but despair. Wilson felt distressed seeing the expression on Clar