Eyes locked, Jason teased, “Still not satisfied?”


    Estre stretched out her leg and yfully scraped his shin with her painted toenail, signaling her


    annoyance at hisment. Jason chuckled and pulled her into his embrace.


    Wearily, Estre warned, “Just so you know, Jason, if it doesn’t work out, any kids are mine.” With the


    main task aplished, Estre naturally started thinking about the future.


    Jasonughed off the remark, “Don’t even think about it.” Part ways? Over his dead body-she wouldn’t


    get rid of him that easily. With that, he hugged Estre even tighter.


    Too tired to argue, Estre simply closed her eyes. Jason looked down at her, smiling to himself, and


    nced at the clock it was 4 a.m.


    The next morning, as sunlight spilled into the room, Estre felt drained and refused to leave the bed.


    Jason, equally motionless,y beside her until the sounds of the house staff bustling in the yard roused


    Estre from her slumber.


    Catching sight of the disarray in the bed, she remembered everything from the previous night. That


    bastard Jason had gone ahead and slept with her without any warning.


    She already forgot about the whole thing about having kids.


    Turning her head away, every part of her body ached, and even opening her eyes felt exhausting. As


    she was about to drift off again, reminiscing how Jason had started awkwardly the night before before


    finding his rhythm, she was abruptly interrupted by a hand snaking around her waist, pulling her close.


    On alert, Estre snapped, “Enough is enough.”


    Jason justughed at her warning, gently massaging her waist. “Aren’t you the expert? Weren’t you


    going to be my mentor? Now you’re telling me you can’t handle my moves?”


    Estre felt like she was being mocked. With a disdainful nce, she retorted, “Why don’t you work on


    your technique instead of just brute force?”


    “Sure,” Jason agreed. “Be home early tonight.”


    A chill ran down Estre’s back, and she quickly turned away from him, deciding to pull an all-nighter at


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    Jason noticed Estre ignoring him. As he reached out his right hand towards Estre’s chest, Estre


    immediately grabbed his hand. Jason whispered with a chuckle, “I’ll just take a little feel.”


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    Knowing she was ufortable, Jason didn’t press further. He’d already managed to silence her


    protests the night before.


    Estre, exhausted, ignored Jason and continued to nap. Jason tucked the nkets around them and


    noticed a crimson stain, a smirk ying on his lips-a man’s universal sign of satisfaction.


    By noon, when they both woke up again, Estre felt more refreshed. After a quick shower and change,


    she headed downstairs.


    “Mr. Jason, Ms. Estre,” greeted the house staff.


    “Mmm,” Jason acknowledged, hands in his pockets, his demeanor far more rxed and


    cheerful than usual.


    “Mr. Jason’s in a really good mood today.”


    “Yeah. He even smiled. That’s a first for me.”


    Estre overheard the staff’s whispers and thought to herself, of course he was in a good mood after


    last night.


    When Marie brought out the soup, Estre’s eyes widened, and she immediately dropped her utensils,


    telling Marie, “No need for soup, Marie. We have plenty here.”


    Estre had caught the scent of the rich, nutritious broth from across the room and promptly dismissed


    it.


    Marie looked embarrassed, “Ms. Estre, Ms. Kristin personally delivered these fresh ingredients


    yesterday, insisting that I prepare them especially for Mr. Jason.”


    Estre retorted, “Mr. Jason doesn’t need any more ‘nourishment.” He’d be the death of


    her at this rate.


    Marie caught on after a moment, her face lighting up with realization. “Understood, Ms. Estre. I’ll take


    the soup away.” As Marie turned to leave, her smile was radiant, as if she were about to wee a


    grandchild.


    Across the table, Jason watched Estre’s horrified expression and couldn’t help but tease her under


    the table with a yful nudge to her leg.


    Estre scoffed and served him a bowl of in oatmeal, “Eat up and behave.”


    Before they finished their meal, Kristin called. First, she rang Jason. “Jason, did you drink the soup I


    made for you?” she asked without waiting for a reply. “You promised us you’d get Estre pregnant


    before the year’s end, and next year-”


    Before she could finish, Jason hung up.


    The next moment, Kristin’s call came through to Estre. Since Kristin wasn’t her biological mother,


    Estre felt the need to maintain some courtesy. So, even before


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    Kristin could speak, Estre took the initiative to report. “Yes, drank it. A whole big bowl.”


    On the other end, Kristin inquired, “Did it work? Should you take him to see a doctor?”


    Hearing Kristin’s question, Estre cheekily replied, “If the doctor prescribes anything else, I might not


    be able to stand it.”


    Kristin chuckled, “So, Estre, there’s hope for me to have a grandchild?”


    With a sip of her drink, Estre said, “Yes, yes, there’s hope.”


    Every time Kristin mentioned her grandson, Estre almost wished she could conjure one up out of thin


    air like some kind of modern-day genie.


    Estre assured Kristin she was on it, and only then did Kristin feel at ease. “Estre, dear, I know it’s a


    lot to ask, but please don’t worry. You just need to give birth to this child. Once they’re here, you won’t


    have to lift a finger, and your career won’t skip a beat,” she said, as if a baby was already on the way.


    Estre humored her with a few responses and a string of promises,mitting to a shopping spree


    later. Kristin finally hung up, content and satisfied.


    After lunch, when Estre was about to hop into her car, Jason chimed in with a casual, “Let me drive


    you.”


    Since Jason was offering, Estre wasn’t going to refuse. Throughout the drive, Jason was in an


    exceptionally cheerful mood. Whether it was Drew or someone else on the line, his voice was


    noticeably brighter, his spirits evidently high.


    “Jason, did you hit the jackpot or something?”


    “Mr. Jason, is there some good news back home?”


    Jason didn’t answer, but his sunny disposition said it all.


    From the passenger seat, Estre eyed him and said with a touch of indifference, “For heaven’s sake,


    Jason, you’re the boss of Nelson International, and the son of the Nelsons. Act like you’ve been around


    the block, will ya?”


    Jason turned to her, a smile ying on his lips “I’ve seen it all, except someone quite like you.”


    As he spoke, they pulled up in front of the department store. Estre could already spot Kristin from a


    distance. She reached for her seatbelt, ready to disembark, but Jason didn’t move to open the door.


    Instead, he asked, “You’re just going to leave like that?”