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Chapter 11

Washing up took longer than usual this time. When Jessica walked out of the bathroom, Blake was already awake.

The firm muscles on his naked chest looked like they had been smeared with honey. His skin color was a healthy glow, and the characteristics of the perfect man were extremely pronounced on his body.

The man was unusually charming in the morning. He lazily slouched on the bed and looked at her, his gaze was as cold as ice and as sharp as knives.

Jessica was surprised when she saw his finger pointing at the marriage certificate.

The worn-out little booklet had seen better days. No matter how vibrant the red cover was before, it had lost its vividness under many layers of cellophane tape. The old-looking booklet did not match his long fingers with his distinctive joints as though his perfect hand ruined the red little booklet, making it a cruel scene to behold.

He looked at her coldly and said, “Did you just keep it under your pillow?”

Jessica did not deny it since he had found the marriage certificate. Was it not obvious enough?

“Do you take it out and look at it every morning?” He shook his fingers as he ridiculed her, “So, you tore it apart out of regret before, and now you want to tear it into pieces again?”

Was it cherish or anger on his face? His nonchalant gaze was ambiguous, thus she did not know what kind of answer he was seeking.

Jessica sighed. She puckered her lips and signed with her hands, “Yesterday, your mother told me that she wants me to leave. She said…”

Before she could finish conveying her message, Blake rudely interrupted her with a frustrated tone, “Okay, stop it. I don’t know what you are trying to say.”

He lifted the blanket off him and stood up before he walked past her into the bathroom. When he walked past her, a slight breeze blew on her face, and she felt chilly.

Bang!

The door was slammed shut loudly, and the mansion felt like it shook for a moment.

Although Jessica was used to it, she still instinctively covered her ears. She turned around at the tightly shut door. ‘Like mother like son, they are both not very patient.’

Even though Blake had never learned sign language, Jessica had been married to him for three years, and even if he could not fully understand her, he could at least guess some of the signs.

‘Do you really not get it or don’t you have the patience to even try to guess what I’m trying to say?’

A soft baby cry rang out from the other room. Winson must have been frightened by the loud bang. Without any delay, Jessica quickly strode to the nursery.

When she was done cleaning Winson, Blake also came out from the room. It was a weekend, and he did not have to work, so he simply put on some casual clothes.

The husband and wife bumped into each other in the hallway and locked eyes with each other, but neither had the intention to speak.

Nevertheless, Winson was happy to see his father. He had no idea that his father was the one who had frightened him earlier. He waved his little hands and called out to Blake, “Dada…”

Blake then carried his son and walked to the living room.

The gifts from Lady Cecilia were simply put on the couch, so when Winson saw the gifts, he urged his father to open them, “Dada, open! See, see...open…”

Jessica wanted to stop Winson because a baby could not appreciate the expensive Lego, and if Winson made a mess, tidying up would be a pain. However, after some thoughts, she decided to simply let it go because Blake would never listen to her anyway.

When she was done preparing breakfast, Blake had built a little car from the Lego and was playing with Winson.

Blake was a car enthusiast. The cars in his garage were enough to start an exhibition. A few years ago, he even participated in races, but ever since the incident with Jessica happened, he never went to the track anymore, so those expensive cars just sat collecting dust in his garage.

However, based on the little vehicle that he built for Winson, he still loved cars.

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