Chapter 586 A Good Mother-inw


    Cecelia suddenly held ir''s hand and said with much emphasis, "Just be yourself. Don''t hold back."


    "What?" ir was confused.


    "I heard from your uncle that you used to be upbeat, outgoing. Cheerful, even. You''re a lot quieter now,


    maybe because your parents died. ir, you''re like my own daughter. Do what you want to do. Be who


    you want to be. Okay?"


    The kind mother''s warm words touched ir''s heart. Tears sprang to her eyes and they flowed down


    her cheek. "Okay..." she sobbed.


    ''Cecelia is so great. I wonder if she really could be my mother-inw.'' ir felt a little sentimental,


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    uncertain about her future. ''If Wesley and I can make it work.''


    The night grew deeper. The two women didn''t stop chatting until the small hours. At that point, Cecelia


    had to give it up and close her eyes to sleep.


    Listening to Cecelia''s steady breathing, ir stared at the ceiling, pondering what had happened


    earlier that night.


    She wondered if Wesley also had feelings for her. Otherwise, why would he keep snatching every


    chance he had to kiss her? Or was it just how men act around women?


    Before she closed her eyes to take some sleep, she checked the time on her phone. It was already


    4:10 in the morning. No wonder she was tired! Shey back, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to


    sleep.


    Not even three hourster, Wesley opened the door to the apartment. It was quiet inside. It seemed like


    the two women weren''t awake yet.


    He put the breakfast he''d bought in the kitchen and then walked back to the living room, dialing a


    number.


    A sleepy voice mumbled, "Hello... Who is it?"


    "It''s me." Wesley''s voice jarred ir awake. She abruptly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was


    Cecelia''s sleeping face.


    "I''m in the living room," Wesley said.


    ir checked the time. Way too early. ''Why is he so eager to go shopping with us?'' she wondered.


    She quickly got out of bed, put on her slippers and quietly opened the door. Then she made sure to


    close the door behind her after walking out.


    Seeing here out, Wesley hung up. He was curious of her careful movements.


    Meeting Wesley''s eyes, ir suddenly realized that she hadn''t freshened up yet, nor had shebed


    her messy hair. She hadn''t even changed out of her nightgown.


    But it was toote to go back—what''s done is done. Wesley was already looking her up and down.


    ir discreetly lowered her head to take a look at herself. She was dressed in a slip night dress. It


    wasn''t that revealing anyway. Embarrassed, she smoothed her hair and asked, "Why are you here so


    early?"


    For a moment, Wesley couldn''t take his eyes off her. This was the first time he saw her like this. Her


    long hair fell on her creamy-white shoulders. Although she had a cute, sleepy look on her face, it


    couldn''t mask her natural beauty. On the contrary, it added to her allure.


    Expressionless, he tore his eyes away and took out his phone to distract himself. "Freshen up and get


    some breakfast," he said curtly.


    ir nodded and asked, "Should I wake up your mom?"


    "Sure."


    She nodded again and returned to her bedroom. Wesley''s curious voice rang behind her. "Mom''s in


    your room? You shared a bedst night?"


    "Yes." She turned her head and nodded.


    ''No wonder she tiptoed out. She didn''t want to wake up my mom, '' he realized.


    A few minutester, Cecelia emerged from ir''s bedroom, yawning. Seeing her son on the sofa, she


    rolled her eyes and told him off, "I told you not toe so early. Nothing''s open now."


    Generally, shopping malls opened around ten. It was only twenty past seven now.


    Wesley replied nonchntly, "You take so long to do everything. By the time we''re ready to go, it will be


    ten o''clock."


    Cecelia let out a cold humph. "We''ll see. I''ll be quick today."


    Provoked by her son, Cecelia did finish her morning routine in a much shorter time. However, much to


    their surprise, ir was even slower than Cecelia.


    When Cecelia sat down to eat breakfast, ir was still in her bedroom, doing her makeup. It was eight


    now but she still hadn''te out.


    Cecelia told Wesley in a triumphant voice, "Yay, I''m not the slowest one in the family anymore!"


    Ignoring her joke, Wesley walked straight to ir''s bedroom. He knocked lightly on the half-open door.


    "Come in," ir said.


    Getting her permission, Wesley pushed it open.


    ir sat at the dressing table, massaging her face with a cosmetic instrument to help absorb the


    intensive essence. Wesley fixed his deep eyes at the woman''s reflection in the mirror. "You can do this


    "I''m almost done. Wait a minute, okay? I want to look nice for your mom," ir said. In fact, she almost


    never wore makeup, but to show her sincerity and respect to Cecelia, she decided to make herself look


    better.


    Wesley leaned against the closet, silently watching her.


    ir met his gaze in the mirror, feeling bashful. "Why are you looking at me? Out! Get some breakfast."


    "I already ate." He had breakfast before he even came over.


    ir held up a bottle of sunscreen. "It''s sunny outside. Need some?"


    "Need what?"


    "Sunscreen. It''s spray-on."


    Wesley instinctively looked down at his tanned arms. He never used anything like that. "No, I don''t


    need it."


    Cecelia, holding a deep-fried dough stick in her hand, quietly made her way to the doorway of ir''s


    bedroom. She peeked inside.


    She sighed with relief when she saw that Wesley had kept his distance from ir. She''d been worried


    that they would do something improper, being alone in the room. Niles would be pretty upset if that


    happened.


    Finally, ir finished freshening up and was seated at the dining table. She texted Joslyn as she had


    breakfast. "You still in bed, girl?"


    "No. ying on my phone. What''s up?" Joslyn replied.


    ir quickly typed the message with one hand. "I need some money. I''ll pay you back when I get my


    paycheck."


    "No problem. How much?"


    ir paused for a while. "How much can you afford?"


    Joslyn rolled her eyes. "Your cousin has given me quite a lot. What are you going to do? Twentyrge


    enough?"


    "Um... probably not. Maybe fifty thousand? Can you?" ir stole a nce at Cecelia. Every item on the


    nobledy''s body was luxurious.


    "Don''t tell me you owe someone money."


    ir''s lips twitched. "No. Wesley''s mom is with me. We''ll go shopping soon and I think I should buy her


    a gift. What if she wants something expensive?"


    "So are you and Wesley in a rtionship now?" Joslyn asked outright.


    ir replied, "No. It has nothing to do with him. His mom is awesome. I simply want to get her


    something."


    "Okay, okay. I''ll wire fifty thousand to you in a minute. But what if she picks out something worth five


    hundred grand? Will you buy that too?"


    "No. I can''t afford anything like that. I''ve got limits, and I won''t overspend." ir had a monthly wage of


    more than ten thousand dors. She could return fifty thousand to Joslyn within half a year.


    Joslyn wired the money to her and added a message. "Okay, as long as you know what you''re doing."


    Wesley''s eyes had been glued to her the whole time. But oblivious to his intent gaze, ir texted her


    friend, drinking soybean milk. "Thanks, my friend. Oh, right. Don''t tell my cousin."