Chapter 12

Jessica was heart-stricken when the memories from three years ago came afloat. She lost control of the tray when she put it down on the table, so it landed with a heavy thud, and even the milk spilled.

When Blake heard the heavy thud, he turned around and saw her sitting at the table. He then carried Winson to the table, pulled the chair out single-handedly, and sat beside her.

Winson sat on his father’s lap while holding the toy car that his father had built for him. He waved it in front of his mother. “Mama, Dada give me. Nice.”

“It is nice.” Jessica nodded and started feeding Winson some porridge, but her thoughts were drifting away.

Blake glanced at her before he took the bowl of porridge away from her. During the process, their fingers accidentally brushed each other’s. Blake noticed there was a small cut on her finger. While it was not anything serious, there was still a mark that ruined the beauty of her hand.

“How did you get that?” he asked.

As Jessica looked at her finger, it reminded her of the scene where Blake and Kim were together on TV. Since Blake did not appreciate her sign language, she was not bothered to explain. She simply looked away and ate her breakfast.

Speaking of the devil, the doorbell rang and Ms. Susan went to open the door.

“Ms. Jackson, you are earlier than yesterday.”

Kim’s smile was sweet, and she looked even prettier than yesterday. Jessica noticed that Kim had the same hairstyle as yesterday when she had appeared on TV. She must have gone to the salon to get it done just for the gala last night.

“Mr. Ferguson, Mrs. Ferguson, good morning.” Kim tucked her hair behind her ear and flashed a saccharine smile. Blake simply grunted at her while Jessica nodded as usual before he continued eating.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward when the outsider interrupted the family’s breakfast.

Kim slightly squinted her beautiful eyes and slightly bent over Winson, who was sitting on Blake’s lap. She smiled even sweeter and stroked the child’s cheek. “Little Winson, is Daddy feeding you breakfast? You look happy.”

Winson blinked his big round eyes and smiled. He turned to his father and hugged his arm, urging the latter to play with him. His other tiny hand reached out to Jessica’s hand and asked her to feed him, “Mama, eat.”

Kim’s smile froze for a moment but she still looked sweet. “Ignoring me when Daddy is here?”

Jessica giggled in her heart.

Kim was anxious, even when she was in front of Jessica, Winson’s mother. On top of that, she already showed signs and intentions of replacing the mother of the child.

Jessica had reason to believe Kim got the nursery qualification just for Winson. Many other upper-class ladies in Beijing had Kim’s qualities and even more, but Kim was smarter. She knew that Winson was the key. In order to get into the Fergusons, she must first secure the qualification to approach the child.

Jessica put the half-peeled egg down and wanted to take over Winson, but Blake said coldly, “Just eat.”

He then pulled his son’s hand away from Jessica’s sleeve.

Her hand froze in the air as she glanced at him. She picked up her hard-boiled egg and removed the remaining shell, revealing the pure egg white inside.

She cut the egg open and extracted the yolk out for her son, but right before she ate the egg white, she noticed that Blake’s plate was empty. She stole a glance at Kim who was standing beside Blake.

Jessica’s eyes blinked. She switched the direction of her hand and put the egg white on Blake’s plate instead.

When Kim noticed how loving and caring the family of three was, she subtly clenched her fists.

In the natural course of events, should they not ask her whether she had breakfast, and if she had not, invite her to have breakfast together?