Right when Willow was fuming, her phone rang."What did I just say? Don't contact him! There's no point calling me. Do you really want me to cut you off?" she yelled.The speaker on the other end was silent for some time before a woman's voice responded, "Ms. Jett?"Willow was stunned for a moment. She only recovered her senses when she saw that the caller was an unknown number. "I'm so sorry. Who is this?""Hello, I'm Ellie Moore, Theodore's stepmother."Willow's grip around her phone tightened instinctively. "Can I help you with something?""Are you free right now, Ms. Jett? Why don't we have a chat in person?"…Willow gazed at the middle-aged woman sitting across the table in the café. She asked respectfully, "May I know what you called me here for?"It was clear the woman had a really good skincare routine. Her makeup was elegant yet delicate, and she was dressed in a refined manner. She wore no jewelry save for two ruby ear studs. Her demeanor was elegant but deliberate.

Theodore wasn't irritated at all.Beside them, Clark was surprised at this. He returned to his senses when Theodore shot him a look. He then left the room silently."Have some tea, Mrs. Jett." Theodore poured a cup for Helen. "The weather hasn't been the best these past few days. What brings you here?""I brought you something to eat." Helen excitedly laid out the container of food she'd prepared. "I specially made these braised ribs for you, Theodore. There's also some chicken noodle soup. They're both really good for your health. You should eat healthier with how hard you work. You're too skinny."Theodore smiled faintly. "Thank you for taking the trouble to come all the way here. It must've been a long trip.""No trouble at all. Willow really is a dense woman. You've helped her so much, yet she's always so distant and ungrateful. As her mother, of course I'd be concerned. She's a stubborn woman, so don't mind her.""She's a good person," Theodore responded."You think she is?

Willow got out of the car and thanked Theodore through the door. "Thank you.""You're thanking me? Your mother brought me food.""Not for that. For the office building."Theodore's brows furrowed slightly.Willow nodded in the car's direction before turning back to walk into the neighborhood.Theodore sat back in his seat, thoughtful. "When did she figure out about the building?"Clark was curious, too. "The agent said Ms. Jett called to agree to the contract this afternoon. The agent wondered why she'd confirm it so soon, too."Theodore's gaze grew solemn.When Willow returned home, Helen had already left.Willow spotted the sliced fruit left on the coffee table. A note under it read, "Remember to eat more fruits. It will oxidize and lose its quality if left out for too long. The ribs and soup just need heating up before you eat them. Don't leave it uneaten for too long."Willow's eyes suddenly filled with tears.Helen was on the bus going back home right now.Her phone bu

Night fell.Theodore had just returned to his office after a meeting.The moment he set his phone on the desk, he received an anonymous text message. There was nothing but a photo included."These are today's meeting minutes, sir. Do … " Clark stopped when he saw Theodore's expression. "What is it, Mr. Bassett?"Theodore set his phone down. A photo was on his screen.Clark curiously peered at it, only to find it to be a photo of two people eating in a restaurant. One was Willow, and the other was Matthew Evans, the lawyer who acted as Willow's counsel in the prior lawsuit."Isn't this Ms. Jett and Mr. Evans?" The moment Clark said this out loud, he realized something was off and quickly shut up. He carefully observed Theodore's expression. "They're just having a meal, sir. Maybe Ms. Jett has something she needs to consult Mr. Evans with."How bold of Matthew to set his eyes on the woman Theodore Bassett was interested in.Clark shivered lightly. Theodore never showed his emotio

Theodore's brows furrowed lightly."Ms. Jett didn't want to go home, Mr. Bassett. She insisted I bring her here," Clark reported from behind Willow, a pitiful expression on his face. He was worried Theodore would get angry at him.Theodore waved his hand gently, setting down a pot of tea on the coffee table. He said gently, "You're just in time. Have some tea with me."Willow's brows furrowed as she strode forth. "Don't you plan to explain yourself to me? Why did your assistant show up when I was having lunch?"Clark silently left the room, closing the door in the process."Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?""Coincidence, my ass!" Willow gripped her bag tightly. She would've tossed her purse right in Theodore's face if she wasn't still being reasonable. "This isn't your first time stalking me. Do you know how inappropriate this is?""When was the first time?""At the Japonian restaurant! Did you forget?""You sent me your location that time."Willow was at