Mrs. Jones looked at Lewis in confusion, then glanced at Keira. feeling like she must have misheard the man. “What?”

Lewis didn’t want to say anything more.

Keira just smiled and said, “Just listen to him, and have your husband take the contract to Horton Group first thing in the morning.”

Mrs. Jones was perplexed.

She couldn’t help but size up Lewis again, noticing the noble aura of a privileged young man. Despite his sports shirt, he didn’t seem like an ordinary person.

Could he be a member of the Horton family?

As Mrs. Jones thought about this, she saw Keira pick up Amy and sit in the back seat of the car, with Lewis behind the wheel.

Mrs. Jones was speechless.

Was he a driver?

Or possibly “Keera’s” husband?

She was really overthinking it.

Mrs. Jones shook her head, picked up her son, and got into the car to return home.

…

On the way home, Amy wrapped her arms tightly around Keira; the little girl felt no sense of security at that moment.

In a weak voice, she asked, “Mom, did I cause trouble for our family?”

Hearing this, Keira’s heart melted, and she hugged the girl. “No, you’re a good girl.”

Amy didn’t understand deceit and didn’t know her mother had changed, but she instinctively felt uneasy and clung onto Keira as she said, “Mom, will you abandon Amy?”

“Of course not.”

Keira gently patted her back, and Amy didn’t let go until they got home.

So, that evening, Keira had an extra attachment on her.

During dinner, Amy insisted on sitting on her lap.

When Keira was dealing with company matters that night, Amy also needed to be there…

When Keira finished her work, it was already dark. She had just stood up when Lewis came over and extended his hands. “I’ll take Amy back to her room.”

Keira didn’t think much of it and handed Amy over to him.

But perhaps sensing her mother’s scent, Amy immediately started squirming as soon as she was in Lewis’s arms, calling out with her eyes closed, “Mommy, Mommy…”

Keira, feeling helpless, had to reach out again and take the child back into her arms.

She carried Amy to her bedroom and after placing her on the bed, the little girl still clung tightly to her sleeve, unwilling to let her leave.

Keira lay down beside her.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a noise at the door, and as Keira turned her head, she saw Lewis standing there.

The bedroom lights were off, and the dim light from the hallway spilled over him.

He had just taken a shower, his hair still dripping with water. He wore a robe that was slightly open at the neckline, his dark eyes fixated on her.

Though not a word was spoken, the invitation was clear.

Keira blinked, pointed at the sleeve Amy was pulling on, and didn’t move.

Lewis seemed to understand and walked away.

Keira thought he had got her message and found a comfortable position to lie down, ready to spend the night with Amy.

But just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a faint noise again.

Slowly turning her head, Keira saw Lewis standing by the bed, bending over, doing something.

Then, she heard a click, and the arm that Amy was pulling on suddenly felt lighter.

Keira was perplexed.

Looking down, she suddenly realized that Lewis had taken a pair of scissors and cut open her pajamas and the place Amy was clutching!

Keira was shocked. Just as she was about to say something, the man made a “shush” sound at her, and then a large hand enveloped her shoulders and legs. Before she knew it, she was being carried away.

Lewis moved quietly, not disturbing Amy, and swiftly carried her out of the nursery and back to the master bedroom.

Keira asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m letting you try out the new bed.”

Keira looked at him with a smile, “Really? Just trying out the new bed?”

Both being adults, Keira understood all too well how starved for affection a man like Lewis, after 28 years of singleness, would be once he started indulging.

Lewis’s face remained tense, yet his ears slowly turned a shade of red. He really couldn’t take a tease.

While Keira was thinking about this, she saw Lewis suddenly shed his night-robe. “And try out the person again.”

Suddenly, the lights in the master bedroom were turned off, and rustling sounds filled the room.

Keira thought she was quite fit, but she simply couldn’t keep up with the man. She didn’t remember when she fell asleep, only recalling the last moments of exhaustion, drifting off as Lewis asked in her ear, “Is the bed comfortable?”

She said, “It’s comfortable.”

She was so close to passing out!

Then she heard Lewis ask, “And what about me? Comfortable?”

Keira didn’t know what to say.

While she had a good night’s sleep, Mrs. Jones was filled with concern the whole evening. Her husband, hoping to be seen favorably by the Horton Group, worked late into the night before he came home.

Upon arriving home, he saw Mrs. Jones’s worried face and immediately asked what had happened. Mrs. Jones recounted the day’s events at the kindergarten and began apologetically. “I’m sorry. I might have hindered something important for you.”

Mr. Jones was quite reasonable. “She saved your life. We can’t just watch her predicament without helping. What you did was right.”

Mrs. Jones felt a warmth in her chest and became even more apologetic. She nestled in her husband’s embrace. “What happens if we can’t secure the project?”

Mr. Jones comforted her. “If we can’t get it, we’ll continue to be a second-rate wealthy family. What’s wrong? Isn’t the company earning enough for us?”

Mrs. Jones chuckled. “But Keera and that man with her said you should take the contract and sign with the Horton Group tomorrow…”

Mr. Jones couldn’t help but laugh. “How is that possible? I haven’t received any news from my side… Besides, honestly, we might not have been chosen anyway. There’s another company with stronger capabilities that might be a better fit for the Horton Group.”

Mr. Jones sighed, which was why he had to work urgently late into the night.

Mrs. Jones simply nodded in response. After the two lay down, having only rested for three hours, Mrs. Jones sat up. “Why don’t you try going to the Horton Group? Miss Keera seemed quite certain, not like someone who would speak flippantly…”

Mr. Jones responded with a wry smile to her words. “Without a call from the Horton Group, what’s there to try?”

Mrs. Jones pushed him. “Just take the contract and give it a try. What harm could it do? Just go and see!”

Half an hour later.

Mr. Jones stood at the Horton Group’s temporary office in Clance, chuckling at himself. He really was bewitched; why had he listened to his wife and come all the way here?

Mr. Jones looked down at the contract and was about to leave when Tom stepped out of the office and immediately called out, “Mr. Jones, right?”