บททั้งหมดของ The Doting Bigwig: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

In December, the daytime temperatures in Emperia had already dropped below zero, and the nights were even colder.Although the heater in the room was turned on, spending the night in thin sleepwear was far from comfortable.In the early hours of the morning, Willow woke up unexpectedly to find that Theodore had not left.His tall frame, over six feet, was curled up beside her. With his eyes closed, he furrowed his brows with exhaustion. How could he sleep like this?Willow was irritated. She grabbed a pillow and wanted to throw him off the bed, but seeing him curled up like that made her hesitate. After a moment, she pulled the blanket over him and covered half of his body. Then, she turned her back and went back to sleep. If he caught a cold, it would serve him right.Whether it was fate or Willow's curse, Theodore fell ill shortly after getting up the next morning. When a maid brought breakfast to the room, they were shocked and terrified to see him on the floor."Theodore!"

Matthew's face turned pale as he was grabbed by the collar.Standing nearby, Joey anxiously said, "Mr. Bassett, you can't bully us like this! Willow was taken away by Madam Sara. Mr. Evans and I haven't seen her for days. Why are you blaming us?"If you don't believe us, then you can ask anyone else here if Willow has been to the company."The employees gathered at the doorway murmured amongst themselves."Yeah, Ms. Jett hasn't been here.""Where did she go?"Theodore's phone vibrated in his pocket, causing him to release Matthew. "Hello?"It was Terence. He asked, "Where have you been? Everyone at Bassett Residence is looking for you! You're still sick! Why are you running around?""I'm busy right now. I'll hang up first.""Wait! Are you looking for Willow? She's at the hospital.""She's with you?" Theodore asked as his eyes narrowed. "Why didn't you tell me?""How could I? I didn't bring her here. I just saw her near the operating room."The words "operating room" made Th

Theodore sat in the car, his slender fingers gripping the steering wheel.The phone's vibration sounded especially loud in the confined space. Seeing the caller ID, he answered through the car's speaker system.Before he could speak, a woman said, "I heard you're getting married. How could you not inform me about something so important?""Well, now you know.""If someone hadn't tipped me off, how would I have known?"Theodore paused briefly before asking, "Was Terence the one that told you?""Does it matter who told me? Given our relationship, don't I at least deserve a wedding invitation?""Nothing's been decided yet. I'll let you know when it is decided." In fact, whether there would be a wedding was still uncertain.The woman on the other end was suspicious. She asked, "What do you mean by 'nothing's been decided'? You sound like you're having trouble. Is the girl refusing? Do you need some advice?""I don't.""You're still as arrogant as ever. With that attitude, no girl

Theodore's face tightened as he watched the news. "What are we going to do about this?""Linda's got two ideas," Clark responded. "One is to get the media to bury the story. The other is to issue a statement clarifying that the woman in question is your mother."Last night, Theodore went to the hotel to visit his mother, Erica Whalley. Somehow, a daring media outlet managed to snap photos and have them in the news by morning.Clark reminded him. "In the past, we've always asked the media to take down stories like this. This time, we're worried Ms. Jett might see it and get the wrong idea, which is why we have a second plan."A thoughtful expression crossed Theodore's face. After a moment, he looked up and said, "No need to bother with that. It's just tabloid gossip. Ignore it."Clark was surprised. "Ignore it?""Didn't you get it?" Theodore's icy response echoed in the office."Yes, yes. I get it." Clark nodded vigorously.Clark didn't understand at all. What did Theodore mean

The atmosphere was tense. Willow pulled out a chair and said casually, "So, I heard you tied the knot with Sonia. Congrats."Quentin hesitated as he was about to sit down. "There's not much to celebrate.""Why? Is everything okay?""It's nothing. Let's not get into it," Quentin said, brushing it off. "I'm here because I need a favor. I know you don't owe me anything, but I'm out of options."He added with a wry chuckle, "Now I get how hard it was for you to manage the business alone back then.""Just cut to the chase," Willow replied impatiently.Quentin awkwardly stopped mid-sentence before finally pulling out a document. He hesitated before saying, "I'm looking into a project and need Uncle Ian's approval for the funding, but I also need crucial technical support from Mr. Flanagan. I remember you're on good terms with Mrs. Flanagan."His face fell when Willow stayed quiet. He forced a smile and said, "I get it if you're unwilling to help me. Please take this visit as my apolog