Cristelle suddenly felt a trickle of warmth between her legs. She realized with a blushed face that her period had just come. It was earlier than usual.
“Let me go! You massive perv! Let me go! I’m not kidding!” Cristelle kicked and struggled.
Linford thought the way she overreacted was adorable, so he teased her a bit, “You haven’t even answered my question. I won’t let you go.”
Cristelle could feel the warmth of his big hands around her waist.
“I will never trust you, not in this life!” Cristelle couldn’t get rid of him. The more she struggled, the tighter his arms were enclosed. Cristelle had no choice. She dipped her head, burying her teeth into his arm.
Linford loved the little retaliation. He thought it was sexy. The tingling feeling almost melted him. But he soon noticed the patch of blood on the sofa, getting nervous instantly, “Cristelle? Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Can I check out?”
Cristelle blushed, going even more furious as she threw the glass of water at him, “I’m not hurt! You massive pervert! Get out of my house!”
Cody had witnessed everything through the crack of his bedroom door. His little hand had balled into a fist. This man just got more shameless as the day went on!
He must figure out a way to stop him!
Candace had a sweet dream. She somehow started to burp in sleep. Cody shook his head, rubbing his sister’s rounded stomach with a hand. When would these women in this house learn?
****
Franco was so excited today. He couldn’t fall asleep, repeatedly checking out the photos of the babies on his phone, a pair of glasses on his nose.
Jack had to remind him, “Sir, it’s time to sleep. It’s getting late.”
“Why? I’m too excited to sleep. Did you see my great-grandchildren? Cody looked exactly like Linford when he was that age. They even had the same temper,” Franco started laughing for about the 108th time tonight.
Jack sighed, “Yes, of course.”
“And… Did you see my great-granddaughter? She’s such a sweet girl. Even Darwin melted.” Franco didn’t seem sleepy at all.
Jack shook his head and grabbed the phone, “Sir, if you don’t sleep now, your eldest grandson will kill me. I’ve been here to take care of you for so many years. Please don’t make things hard for me.”
“You’re absolutely right, Jack,” Franco’s eyes lit up, “We haven’t told Enzo about this yet. Could you give me back my phone? I need to call him.”
Jack wished he had shut up about this, “Sir, please don’t. Enzo is doing important missions right now. What if you disturb his plans?”
Enzo Bradley was still at his service in the army. Most of his missions were pretty dangerous. He seldom contacted the outside unless there was something important.
Franco sighed, “You’re right. I wonder when he will come back to visit me.” The old man sounded quite sad while saying that.
Jack felt bad instantly, “But there’s actually another way. Enzo got a private phone. You can text him and tell him about the babies. He will see the message when he’s done with his mission.”
“Jack, you’re so damn right! Give me the phone. I’m texting the boy myself,” Franco was almost 90. Texting was a challenging task for him. When the message was finally sent out, it was nearly 12.
Franco even added, “Enzo, bet you didn’t know this. Linford brought his babies back to me. When will you come back to see your nieces? They are so adorable.”
****
Everyone in the city knew the Bradley house had sent their guards to snatch the babies away. They didn’t expect to see the babies and the mom at the kindergarten gate the following day.
Cristelle’s presence thus attracted everyone’s attention this time.
****
“It’s all my fault. You can blame it all on me, Linford,” Mrs. Weston had been so scared. Nevertheless, she was glad to see the babies.
Linford smiled, “Mrs. Weston, how could you blame it on yourself? It’s their fault. I promise things like this won’t happen again.”
Mrs. Weston smiled as she went to Cristelle, “Hon, I can’t even imagine how scared you were yesterday. Is everything okay?”
This woman looked genuinely concerned. Cristelle felt warm, “I’m okay. Thank you, Mrs. Weston. We know you’ve tried your best to stop them.”
Mrs. Weston gave her a hug.
“Take care of your sister. Mommy has to go to work,” Cristelle crouched down before saying goodbye to her son.
“I got this, Mom. Have a great day.”
Linford and Cristelle went out of kindergarten at the same time.
“Get in the car,” Linford suggested, as usual.
Cristelle frowned, “It’s okay. I can take a cab.” Saying that the young woman walked away.
“Do you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at us? If you don’t take the car, people will have weird assumptions. Are you sure you want to do this? It will also make things difficult for our babies.” Linford’s words were right, as a matter of fact.
Cristelle stomped her feet and walked into the car.
The silence in the car prolonged unnervingly.
When they got to the company, she stepped off the car under everyone’s attention. People in the company knew she had gone to the Bradley house yesterday.
Their jealousy and scrutiny thus became pure admiration.
After all, not so many people could not flinch before the big house.
Fritzi came out to welcome her when Cristelle walked toward her office. “Cristelle, you got so lucky. You’ve got yourself a client. The client wanted you to design a cocktail dress.”
Cristelle was so surprised, “Really? Why did they choose me?”
The fashion department of this company was among the A-lists. Most rich people felt proud if they got their couture made in this company. As the department lead, Fritzi seldom took any orders directly from other clients.
Most clients would swarm toward Fritzi. However, this was the first time Cristelle got any orders.
“I don’t know who this person is. But she’s definitely filthy rich. Just take care of the design, and I’ll make everything else okay. You know, those weird rich people. They seldom give out their real names. But we’ve got all the details we need. Just do it. I know you can make it.”
“Cristelle, you’ve got a visitor,” Micky suddenly poked her head in.
Cristelle nodded and went to the waiting room.
When she saw who her visitor was, she turned away directly.
Diego shouted behind her back, “They will never accept you!”
Cristelle stopped, turning around, “What did you just say?”