All Chapters of Heir of Revenge: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Jess didn't immediately go home, whether to her apartment or to the cafe. She headed to An Flower. She needed calmness. She needed a lot of oxygen supply that she might find in the flower garden there. Her body shivered. Her hair stood on end relentlessly. Her head kept replaying what Roy had said.So annoyed that she often honked the horn as an outlet. This often resulted in sharp glares from other drivers. Jess didn't care. Her heart was furious. She felt like crushing Roy in one grip. That damn guy."Hey, what's up? You rarely stop by." Melly furrowed her brows in confusion. Plus, she felt that this beautiful girl wasn't in good shape. Her eyes were red, her breathing was rapid, and she walked without looking anywhere except her destination.Without answering, Jess just glanced briefly. "There are snacks in the car. You can take them. I'm going to the backyard garden."Melly could only nod, letting Jess intervene in the workshop, which was also used as

Three days have passed with Kenzo stubbornly refusing to return to New York City. It actually infuriated Jess because of Kenzo's presence, she couldn't move around freely. There was always something she had to deal with along with the guy. Including... oh God! Jess felt like hitting the guy on the head with her collection of heels.Enjoying her time around Beverly Hills where that agenda had once been brought up. Back then. And now, Kenzo had executed it without hesitation. He said, "Back then wasn't the right time to invite you, Lyn. Now you can't refuse. You have to accept.""Mr. Annoyingly Persistent, now?"Kenzo just chuckled."Do I need to bring clothes?"The man paused. When Jess walked while checking the contents of her bag, it wasn't because of the clothes the girl was wearing, but more because of the question that implied... they were on a date. Spending a lot of time outside with many conversations Kenzo had prepared, more focused on pull

Jess rubbed her temples while sitting down with a rather forceful thud on the sofa. Fortunately, the villa they had rented for the next two days had a comfortable enough couch. Her back wasn't too sore against the sofa's support. Just now, Asya called, delivering some news that left her in quite a predicament.Perhaps it was the word of mouth marketing that Loissa had been doing, but for the next week, Asya calculated that they had several cake orders, including... oh God, Jess had never expected that the middle-aged woman would be promoting her messy cakes to her socialite friends.So Asya was perplexed when she received four cake orders, especially a wedding cake for an event a month from now. The other three were for various important occasions. Asya didn't dare to immediately accept these orders. That's why this morning, the news reached Jess."What's wrong with you?" Kenzo asked, puzzled. He chose to sit down in front of her, staring at Jess with a look of

The distance between the cemetery and the area where Jess hangs out isn't really that far. She can get there on her trusty scooter, which now spends more time in the café's parking lot. It's not like Jess doesn't know where it is; she could also ask for the exact location. But... she wasn't ready.The dreadful memories keep spinning in her mind, making her feel queasy. She pushes them aside with all her might, trying to keep walking and hold herself upright. Even in her room, when she's reminded of her shrinking belly with no child to accompany her, she gets lost in a long cry.On this trip back home, Jess chooses to stay silent. Kenzo seems to understand her silence because today, for the first time, a Jesslyn Rasopati visited her child. The child who was always the subject of her stories at home. Along with his mother, Fathia, he shared the exciting tales with Jess during their time in Beverly Hills.Whatever it is, no matter how small, Kenzo shares it

"If Asmara were here, she'd be so happy playing with Gwen." Jess sits cross-legged, letting the wind tousle her disheveled hair. "Do you come here sometimes, Ken?" She lifts her gaze, which has been fixed on their child's engraved name."Ehm... yeah, often. For the past year, I've been here three or four times."Jess nods. "Am I the only one heartless enough not to visit Asmara?"Kenzo shakes his head gently. "We understand why Mommy hasn't wanted to come here. Asmara surely understands, Mom."Jess furrows her brow, her mouth agape. "What did you say?""Mommy," Kenzo points to Jess, then points to himself and confidently says, "Daddy."Usually, Jess would get upset at Kenzo's remark, but this time, a faint smile appears on the corner of her lips. Somehow, this time it sounds right. Not exaggerated."Mommy feels like the most guilty one here. Asmara should be in the middle of us, right, Ken?""God didn't intend for us to regret