Amelia Bright stood beside the bed, cautiously saying.
“You weren’t kidding about what you just said to me downstairs, were you?”
“Which words are you referring to?”
“A real couple,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know if I’m talking about a real couple in the same way as you understand it, but a real couple is the kind that has a foundation of affection, the fact of marriage, sharing a bed, having children in the future… …”
Farren Austin looked at her with a thoughtful, noncommittal look.
Amelia Bright gritted her teeth and continued.
“You see, we have no emotional foundation, this alone is not really a real couple, you do not like me, so there is no need to force yourself, I think the marriage relationship is actually a comradeship, we cooperate with each other to maximize the benefits, so that the relationship is more permanent, do you think so?”
Her mouth was dry as she spoke, feeling that she was running out of words, and she could only look at Farren Austin with bated breath.
“Maintaining superficial friendship with you is only beneficial to your family status, what benefit is there for me?”
A sentence equivalent to splash Amelia Bright head cold water.
It’s true that a nominal couple is of little substantive benefit to Farren Austin, but the benefits to her are all in plain sight and quickly seen.
“So I don’t think it’s as real as a real couple.”
Amelia Bright’s heart jumped wildly at his direct gaze, and for a moment she was actually a little apoplectic.
A real couple? What the hell was he thinking?
“Why? Don’t you hate me?”
“After looking at it for a long time, it will be smooth.”
At that, Amelia Bright felt a breath of air blocked in her chest, suffocated, and blurted out.
“How can you be like this? Marriage is a big deal, you say it’s fine, and if you say it’s not, then you’re responsible if you don’t like me again and I get stuck in the mud?”
The room fell silent as soon as these words were spoken.
Amelia Bright met Farren Austin’s gaze and was so confused that she wanted to slap herself.
What the hell is this nonsense?
“I’m in charge.” Farren Austin looked at her steadfastly, the clear glow in his eyes was strong, and the three words and only three words were loud and clear.
Amelia Bright froze.
It was late in the night and the bedroom light was out.
Amelia Bright herself is not sure how to wash up and go to bed, her mind is a mess, always echoing the words of Farren Austin, and when he took her into his arms as usual, she suddenly came back to her senses, resisted and pressed his hand.
“Can you give me some time to think about it on my own? Until then, you and I will continue as usual, don’t …”
“Don’t what?”
“Just …” Amelia Bright stammered for half a day but couldn’t say a word.
A laugh suddenly came from overhead.
“What are you laughing at?” Amelia Bright was annoyed and raised her head indignantly, “Why do you people ask questions knowingly.”
“I’ll give you time to think about it, but I need to know how long you’re going to think about it.”
“A year?”
Amelia Bright hesitated to name a length of time.
When he didn’t respond, she carefully shortened it some more herself, “So six months?”
“…”
“Three months is always okay, it can’t be shorter, you’re too abrupt, you have to give me a psychological buffer, three months …”
“…”
“Hey, I’ll take that as a yes if you don’t say anything.”
Amelia Bright raised her head with difficulty, only to find that Farren Austin had actually fallen asleep, right next to her ear, with the sound of even breathing, carrying the distinctive smell of testosterone from his body.
What the heck?
She frowned speechlessly.
It is clear that the discussion, how he seems to be half-hearted, and teasing himself, and even fell asleep, she talked about this thing is not very sleepy people? Isn’t that the most exciting thing for a man to do?
Amelia Bright was depressed.
–The light is dim.
The dim light shines on the second floor of the nursery is warm, the nanny just put the child to sleep, is yawning ready to rest, suddenly heard a ‘clang’ from outside, obviously the sound of broken porcelain.
The baby who had just fallen asleep was startled awake, ‘woah’ cried out, the nanny busy to pick up the child to coax, coaxing while looking out the door, shaking his head and sighing.
The downstairs living room is a mess at the moment.
The maids did not dare to clean up, waiting for Stetson Madden smashed no strength, this only coyly go up to persuade.
“The young master is blinded by that vixen outside, when he comes to his senses, he will naturally know that only the wife is truly good to him, Madam can not be angry, wait for the young master to return, must not fight.”
“When he comes to his senses?” Stetson Madden gave the maid a look, “He’s a dog who can’t change his ways, he’s put that bitch right under my nose, does he still take this family seriously?”
“There is no man who does not cheat on his wife, don’t be angry with yourself, listen, the young master is crying again, he knows how much he loves you.”
At that, Stetson Madden glanced upstairs in the direction of the nursery, seemed to be moved, deflated and sat down, holding her forehead, eyes red.
The marriage she was expecting was not like this, she thought she gave birth to Liam Gellar, in the Gellar family she could live a rich life without worries, but who knew that the position of Mrs. Gellar was coveted every day, clean up Liam Gellar around those flowers is not enough, and now there is a fixed mistress living in the opposite neighborhood. It has become Liam Gellar’s second home.
A phone rang and the maid, seeing Stetson Madden’s impatient frown, scurried over to answer it.
“Hello.”
“…”
“Yes, it is, may I ask who you are?”
“…”
“Sorry, you should contact our young master directly for work matters, or go to the company to make an appointment, this is a landline, home phone, the young master is not at home.”
“…”
The other end did not seem to finish, but the maid did not dare to say anything more and hurriedly hung up the phone.
“Who’s that?” Stetson Madden asked casually, holding his forehead.
“The person who came to the door to ask the young master to do something, said the last name is Bright, never heard the young master said, must also be the young master does not want to see people, this person does not know how to know the home phone, and even begged to here.”
“Surname Bright?” Stetson Madden recently most this surname extraordinarily sensitive, looked up, “called what?”
“It’s … Darold Bright, I think it’s that name.”
Darold Bright? Isn’t that Farren Austin’s father-in-law?
Stetson Madden mulled the name over to make sure it was correct, just as the phone rang again, and she looked at the vintage-style phone, her expression suddenly tense.
The maid glanced at the caller ID and said, hesitantly
“Why is it still him?”
Stetson Madden, however, stood up from the sofa and urged.
“Pick up the phone and ask what exactly he wants.”
The maid froze for a moment, and after pressing answer, turned on the outside speaker.
“Mr. Bright, what else can I do for you? Our young master is really not at home right now.”
“I want to ask when Mr. Gellar will be home, I heard that Mr. Gellar is happy to have a son, so I have prepared some gifts for the child and want to deliver them in person.”
“…”