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.
ความคิดเห็น
ความคิดเห็นของผู้อ่านเกี่ยวกับนิยาย: Forceful Marriage: Young Master's Mute Wife