Thomas stared at her for a while, smiled, and said, “Well because you can’t speak, and won’t simply go around spreading it.”Startled by this reply, Jessica stared at Thomas seriously, whose smile had started to fade. “You see, even mutes have their own use, that’s why you aren’t as awful as people make you out to be,” Thomas told her in a serious tone.Jessica pursed her lips, a sense of warmth gushed from her heart.When everyone was disgusted with her, treating her as an embarrassment, she never thought that there was someone that would consider her as anything but useless.“Thank you,” she told him.Thomas chuckled and glanced toward the window. Noticing the day getting dark, he said, “It’s getting late now, lets send you back home.” …Meanwhile, Blake left the party not long after his wife did. Instead of heading home, he went to the company. During the weekends, besides the few employees that stayed on for overtime, the rest of the building was quite empty.He took off his coat
Miss Susan was shocked and hurriedly patted Winson’s back to comfort him. Suddenly recalling something, she looked at young master Blake and said, “I remember that just when the young mistress Jessica is about to go out, that’s when young master Winson starts to cry.”She also remembered that when Jessica informed her that she was heading out, there was a sorrowful look on her face. Adding to the fact that she had reddish eyes, it is as if she had been crying a while ago.Usually, whenever Jessica went out somewhere, she would always bring Winson along with her, unless it was to go to work.Suddenly, something clicked in Blake’s mind, a feeling of unease rushed through him. Carrying Winson with him, he rushed to the second bedroom and opened the closet.Seeing the neatly hung clothes inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.Just when he was passing by the bathroom, he noticed the door was open. From the edge of his eyes, he saw water droplets on the wall of the recently used shower. Takin
Blake squinted his eyes a little. “Partner? In your whatsit charity project?” He scoffed, and even more coldly, he added, “I’m just hoping that the second young master of the Waynes isn’t using charity as a pretext to approach my wife with bad intentions.” As Blake was speaking, he cast a glance at Jessica. The glance was self-explanatory. Thomas furrowed his brow and looked at Jessica. He then sarcastically said, “I can see why. Is Mr. Ferguson feeling jealous?” “Jealous? Because of her?” Blake replied in a disdainful and cold tone, sweeping his arrogant gaze over Jessica from head to toe. Looking at Thomas, he continued, “She’s Mrs. Ferguson, the mother of my son. I’m sure she knows what she should and shouldn’t do as well as who she’s not supposed to meet!” “You don’t need me to remind you once again.” This statement was not only directed at Thomas but also at Jessica. Above all else, Blake’s intention was to let Jessica know that he was concerned about the family’s r
“Stop asking. Just come. Ask Frank out too.” Blake hung up right after he finished speaking. However, as he was going to keep the phone in his pocket, a thought struck him. He made another call to Moses. As Moses dawdled over leaving his house, he received Blake’s call again. He tactlessly asked, “Now what?” “Don’t ask Frank out.” Moses was holding his car keys, feeling dazed upon hearing it. “Why? Are you discriminating against him?” Frank had the lowest alcohol tolerance among the three of them. He would easily get drunk on two to three cups of white wine. “Just do as I say. Stop pestering me.” Blake hung up on him once again.Frank and Jane always stuck together. Being in low spirits at the moment, Blake would not want to watch them showing public affection. The phone was hung up. Moses looked at his phone with a puzzled expression. The little mute girl must be powerful. She made Young Master Ferguson seem like he was experiencing hormonal imbalance during men
Moses gestured the bartender away and personally made the drink.It had been a while since he held a cocktail shaker. Moses shook the cocktail, the sound of ice cubes rattling in the shaker. “I heard you brought the little mute girl along to the birthday feast held by the Jackson family. What were you thinking?” Everyone knew that Blake loathed bringing her along to social events. Even when they were on the road, he usually refused to walk with her. Blake gave him a sidelong glance and impatiently asked, “Why are you shaking the drink with various styles? Can’t you just pour it directly?”Back then, to go after a girl, he deliberately learned the shaking styles and even ran a pub. Although he did manage to pursue the girl, they broke up within two days. The girl left, yet the pub flourished. Blake and Frank then invested in the business. The three of them converted the pub into a clubhouse. Blake extended his arm to grab the whisky, which served as the base for the cocktail
Just as Moses was about to savor his drink after a long-winded explanation, Frank gave him a kick in the body. His body tilted and the drink spilled on his shirt. Moses dabbed at the spill on his shirt in annoyance. “Ugh, why did you kick me?”Holding the glass to his lips, Frank glanced at Blake’s cold expression. He then looked at Moses sideways and said, “Sister-in-law? Don’t forget you’re still a bachelor.”The three brothers were born in 1988. Blake was born in January, followed by Frank in May and lastly Moses in August based on the lunar calendar.Their personality traits were closely aligned with their birth months. Blake was cold, whereas Frank was relatively gentle. The most hot-tempered person was Moses. Blake had gotten married and Frank was in a relationship with Jane, while Moses was the only bachelor. However, Blake had never introduced Jessica to any of them. In contrast, Jane would often mingle with them. In this regard, only Jane had managed to join their circ
Which man would ever bring along a mute girl, who could only use gestures, to a feast? She just could not stand still there, could she? It was a shock that she even made a scene at the feast!Blake held his glass tightly. After Frank and Moses chatted for a while, they turned around and gazed at Blake who was absent-minded. They poked him and asked, “What’s on your mind? You have been quiet.” While they were chatting, Blake was engrossed in drinking and his eyes turned red. He glumly answered, “Nothing much.”Moses’s eyes glittered and he said, “I think you’ve fulfilled your obligation to the little mute girl. Earlier on, you were trapped by the marriage because the Scott family nearly faced bankruptcy. Now the Scott family’s all right and your son’s already a big boy. If you persist in this situation, your life will be full of sorrow. Both of you might as well go your separate ways. You aren’t a good match.” Resting his chin on one hand, Frank slanted his body lazily to get
“Don’t leave. Stay back.”Frank and Moses glanced at each other with a bitter expression on their faces. Why should Frank stay back and be confined in this room with him since he did not even provoke Blake? Moses should have been the one to stay back for running his mouth. Jane was getting off work at around this time, and Frank had wanted to have dinner with her. …In the Ferguson mansion, Miss Susan had served dinner at the dining table and had lost count of the times she threw glances at the doorway.Blake had not returned home for dinner. Even when he got in an argument with Jessica, he would call to inform Miss Susan about not having dinner at home. The clock struck six, and he was still nowhere to be seen, let alone a call. Was he coming back for dinner? Miss Susan headed for the landline and dialed Blake’s number. The phone rang for a long time but to no avail. Jessica held Winson’s hand while walking out of the nursery. When Miss Susan saw her, she said, “It seems like You