"Stand guard where?” Bruce asked cause he had just returned home. So what was his wife talking about? Or was she talking about his personal bodyguard? Seems more like it. His eyes slowly drifted away from her face, tracing down her figure. "What on earth are you doing in my clothes?" Bruce's surprise was evident in his voice, though he fought back the urge to burst into laughter. His gaze lingered mostly on his shorts, which Stacy had cinched around her waist with...a rope? Unable to contain himself any longer, Bryce chuckled. "I bought you new clothes. There was no need for you to wear those. Do you even realize how you look in them?" he teased, his smile softening his typically serious demeanor. "You look like the milkman on a home delivery, Stacy! Did you not look at yourself in the mirror before stepping out?" Although Stacy had anticipated such a reaction, the actuality of it unfolding before her was more than she could bear. She felt utterly mortified. "I'll go
"It's nothing?" he inquired. "Yes, it's nothing, haha," Stacy chuckled, trying to contain the playful young girl who was squirming in her grasp. "I see... You're certain?" Bruce questioned again, a hint of suspicion in his raised brow. "Yes, absolutely," Stacy affirmed with a nervous smile. "We were just having some fun while you were away." "Alright then,” He nodded, diverting his attention to Cherry. "Pookie, it's getting late. You should head to your room now," Bruce advised Cherry. Stacy shook her head slightly. "Oh no, if Cherry goes to her room then it means...I and Mr. Yates would remain here and we will have to sleep on the same bed?!” "So soon?! But I just got here. I've already had my bath and everything. I want to sleep next to my new mommy on the bed," Cherry protested, crossing her arms and pouting as she climbed onto the bed. Okay," Bruce agreed. "Really?" a radiant smile illuminated Cherry's face, her gray eyes mirroring Bruce's own widened in delight
They soon got to the restaurant and were given a book filled with the menu for dessert and as expected, Cherry was the one who chose the flavors and fillings she would love to have on her old stone ice cream. And then a family-sized pizza with some French fries. It didn't take long before everything was presented before them and Cherry started to dig into her ice cream like she had been craving for it for ages! "Mum? Why aren't you having your own ice cream?” Cherry asked with a creased brow and then a naughty thing came into her mind. "Do you want me to feed you the same way Dad did to you yesterday?” She raised her eyebrow more with a teasing smile on her lips. "huh?” She raised her eyebrows twice and then threw a wink at her mum. "No way! I'm feeling much better now, I don't need anyone’s help to feed me,” Stacy scoffed, folding her arms underneath her ample bossom. "Great! Then start digging into your ice cream before it melts. It tastes much better when cold and not
The lady seated before her had a striking resemblance to Cherry starting from her blonde hair down to the structure of her face. The only difference was the fact that Cherry had grey eyes which were very similar to Bruce's. Vanessa stared at her little girl, smiling widely at her which made Cherry frown. "Why are you staring at me like that?” She asked suspiciously. "Nothing. I just realized that my little girl has grown up so much,” Vanessa chuckled but Cherry didn't laugh and instead, stared at Vanessa like the stranger that she was to her Vanessa eventually stopped laughing cause it was now weird to be the only one laughing while the other just stared at you with a straight face. "You don't know how much I've missed seeing your little cute face,” Vanessa smiled, reaching out to pull Cherry’s cheeks but Cherry slapped her hand away from her face and gave a serious warning. "Don't touch me, missis. You never did miss me so don't you dare fake it and expect me to believe
- "Goodness me! Jessica was right all along! Something is going on just as she had anticipated!” The friend of the lady who was sitting opposite Stacy and Cherry whispered to herself in bewilderment as she stood in the distance among the crowd with her phone. "I need to inform her now, thank goodness I had recorded the whole thing right from the beginning just as she told me,” She giggled. She was about to call her friend to inform her of the ongoing scene but it seems her friend was always informed before anyone else cause she caught sight of her friend capturing the whole thing live on her phone in her blog. Vanessa moved her gaze to Ella who stood by the side in fear. It was clear that she was very anxious by the way her eyes darted between the both of them and didn't know what to do to help her madam out. The bodyguard was outside trying to prevent the crowd from going and interrupting them cause Vanessa had clearly instructed him to disperse the crowd. However, the ri
**** Immediately Stacy stepped into the mansion, she was met with a scowling look from Olivia who had her arms crossed as she stood right at the entrance of the door. Stuttering, Stacy greeted, "Um.. We are back now,” She said, gripping Cherry’s hand to control her nervousness cherry used her thump to rub her skin in reassurance. "It's okay, mummy,” Cherry mouthed with a smile and Stacy nodded. But that still didn't take the fear away cause Stacy got confused when she saw a smile spreading across Olivia’s face. "Yes, welcome. You should come in and have some rest. You must be tired by now after the stunt you pulled out there,” Olivia said welcomingly as she made way for Stacy to come in. Stacy shut her eyes "Goodness, she must have found out about everything,” she instantly regretted ever retaliating back at Vanessa. "What? Don't you want to come in?” Olivia asked in concern. "Why? Is it because you realize how much you have disgraced the Yates family just after ste
Olivia was startled when she saw Bruce suddenly walk past her and head straight for the stairs. "He is back? When did he return home and why so early?” Her eyes were wide open both in surprise and fear. "Did he see what happened?” She pondered. "But if he did, then why isn't he saying anything about it?” Then she heard his deep indifferent tone slice through the air with his massive back clad in his office suit turned at her. "You shouldn't mess with my wife and daughter ever again, Olivia Yates. This will be the last warning I will give to you. Defy me again and I will make sure it won't be me who would deal with you. Stacy and Cherry will he the ones to put you in your shoes. So be mindful of your actions if you do not want to be disgraced,” Olivia's initial surprise morphed into a simmering sense of annoyance. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" she challenged, striding confidently towards Bruce. She let out a disdainful scoff. "My suspicions were correct after all!
Bruce gave Stacy a reassuring look, trying to calm her nerves. Silently telling her that it's fine to share anything that bothered her. He knew something was wrong somewhere for her to be so hesitant to pick up her calls. Stacy shook her head silently in disapproval. She didn't want Bruce to know anything. He shouldn't find out. "Don't do this Mr. Yates. You can't know about this. He will only use you for his benefits, Sir,” Stacy pleaded desperately, trying to convince him but she wasn't voicing her words out but instead saying them through her glossy amber eyes. Bruce ignored her plea and slid his slender fingers across the screen. He remained quiet as he listened to the person on the other end of the line attentively. "Are you crazy, Stacy?! I have been calling for so long and you have refused to pick up! Are you doing this because of what I told you earlier? Huh?” Ethan’s voice roared angrily from the other side of the line which caused Stacy to flinch. Her mind r