Chapter 14 He Kisses Her Passionately
Keenan took a sip of coffee and said calmly, ‘Discard the mother and keep the child.” Priscilla whispered to herself, ‘Discard the mother and keep the child? What does it mean?” Priscilla’s mind was in turmoil. Was it just as she had thought?
Keenan nodded with a smile, “That child is still young. After raising him for a few years, he won’t remember his biological mother anymore. As long as you treat him well, he will consider you as his own mother.”
Priscilla was utterly taken aback. She was somewhat excited, with veins faintly visible out of her temples. “Dawson would never agree.”
“This is also Dawson’s idea. He trusts you very much.”
Fuck the so–called trust!
“No, he won’t. He won’t bear to separate Sharon from her son.” He would only hide Sharon under her nose, using himself as a shield, so that they, a family of three, lived happily ever after. Keenan scrunched his face, his tone already displeased, ‘Don’t you
“No, I just…”
you trust me?”
Keenan interrupted her and said, “You will stay here for one night and bring the child back home. tomorrow. Priscilla, in life, it is impossible for everything to go as you wish. When things happen, we should approach them positively and strive for what is most beneficial for ourselves, instead of pursuing those romantic feelings.”
Priscilla bit her lip. She understood everything Keenan said. Yet, it was not just about love, but about her dignity.
She gathered up her courage and said, “Keenan, if, I mean, I also got pregnant, then can we not let the child in?”
Keenan raised his eyebrows and looked at her with deep and mysterious eyes…. As she walked out of Keenan’s Eden Mansion, a gust of wind blew. Even on a scorching hot day, she could feel a bone–chilling coldness.
She couldn’t help but look up at the sky and wonder if it was really harder to leave this wealthy family than to enter it.
“Priscilla.”
At the corner, Kendal was holding a a bouquet of tuberoses standing there. Priscilla greeted Kendal and was about to leave, her mind in turmoil.
Kendal walked alongside her and said, “Congratulations to you! You don’t have to endure the pain of pregnancy and childbirth, and you have become a mother.”
The entire Griffith family knew it, and they probably informed her after discussing it thoroughly. Ignoring Kendal’s sour tone, Priscilla said thank you.
Obviously, this was not what Kendal wanted to hear.
Priscilla, I know you’re feeling unsettled. As women, who among us wants to raise someone else’s child? But being in a wealthy family, we have to swallow these grievances while enjoying
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the privileges. After all, which family doesn’t have an illegitimate child? I advise you to quickly have a son, or else whoever holds the title of the legitimate heir might end up inheriting the family fortune.”
Priscilla found it odd. This was not something a good mother–in–law should say. It sounded like nothing but sowing discord.
If she hadn’t known that Dawson was truly Kendal’s eldest son, she would have thought that this was a stepmother speaking.
“Mom, what were you talking about?”
Dawson suddenly cut in.
Kendal smiled and stepped forward to help him remove the leaves from his clothes. She gently. patted him and said, “I’m just telling Priscilla about Dari. I have met him, and he is quite
telligent. Raise him well.”
After saying that, she stuffed the flower into
Dawson’s
arms and left.
The remaining two people stood under the moon, not saying a word for a long time.
Finally, Dawson said, “Let’s go back.”
The two of them returned to the room in silence, and Dawson casually threw the flower into the trash bin outside
Priscilla frowned, “Why did you throw it away?”
“It had a strong smell and was unpleasant.”
Priscilla didn’t like it either, but Kendal was petty and might mistakenly think it was she who had thrown it away.
She found a vase, arranged the flowers one by one, and took them to the bathroom.
Dawson found it amusing that Priscilla was good with people without offending anyone
He went to take a shower and when he came out, he saw Priscilla lying on the sofa with her eyes closed.
He walked over and placed the ice wrapped in a towel on her face.
Priscilla gave a shiver to the freezing ice and opened her eyes.
“What were you doing?”
As he watched her bristle like an angry cat, Dawson’s immediately darkened. He shoved the ice into her hand and sneered, “Ungrateful for good intentions.”
Priscilla had forgotten it herself, but he still remembered her face being slapped.
With tangled emotions, she closed her eyes and kept recalling those hurts to dilute the impact he had on her.
The room quieted down, with only the sound of the man’s footsteps pacing back and forth and the rustling of his clothes.
Her eyes gradually grew heavy.
Suddenly feeling her body suspended in mid–air, she abruptly opened her eyes and found herself in Dawson’s arms.
* Chapter 14 He kisses Ho
Before she blew up, Dawson said lightly, “Go to bed.”
Feeling the softness of the bed against her body was naturally comforting, so Priscilla did not refuse it. Yet, she pushed his pillow away and said, “You take the couch.” Dawson’s hand, which was pulling the blanket, paused, and he coldly refused, “No.” “Weren’t we always separated before? Wasn’t it better to maintain the original?” In the past three years, whenever there was a stay at the Griffith’s mansion, it was always Priscilla who took the couch.
Dawson lay down, his body pressed against her slender back, his gaze falling on her fair neck. There was a dark purple toothmark there.
He thought about the passion in the bathroom that night, and couldn’t help but feel he was urned on. His tongue slowly traced the outline of that mark.
Priscilla felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, and she scrambled towards the edge of the bed. If he hadn’t reached out to grab her, she would have ended up on the floor. Dawson’s face sank. He snapped, “Priscilla, can’t you just settle down?”
Priscilla had already gotten up and walked towards the couch. “I feel like we are both going to get divorced. It’s better to keep our distance.”
“What divorce? Didn’t Keenan explain it clearly to you?”
Originally, Priscilla didn’t want to talk about these things.
She was afraid of making a scene and becoming a laughingstock.
When she returned, she would let her demeanor speak volumes of her determination to divorce.
But now that Dawson
that Dawson had brought it up, she wouldn’t avoid it anymore. “Discard the mother and keep the child, right? I disagree. I will not raise someone else’s son.”
Dawson was not surprised about her attitude, but
but it still rankled hims Looking at her half–swollen face, he said calmly, “You’ve made your point. With all the drama you’ve been causing lately, I don’t have the time to play along with your act.” Priscilla closed her eyes and lowered her voice as much as possible, “I wasn’t acting. I was serious about getting a divorce.”
Dawson’s face grew cold as he heard her mention divorce again.
He had given ground time and again, even making the child with autism leave his mother. How could she be so ungrateful?
Priscilla wanted to say something more, but she was silenced by Dawson’s mouth.
The overpowering smell of Dawson overwhelmed Priscilla, making her feel nauseous. She pushed Dawson away and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.
Dawson stood there, his face ashen.
Was it really to the point where even
where even a single kiss from him made her sick? He walked in and found her holding onto the toilet, her face pale and vomiting nothing but bitter bile.
What’s wrong?”
Her Passionatel
Pascilla waved her hand weakly and said, before retching again, “It’s nothing, just an upset Stomach.”
He poured a glass of water for her to rinse her mouth, and after carrying her to the bed, he was about to leave.
Priscilla grabbed him and asked, “What are you doing?”
“We have a doctor of traditional medicine at home. I’ll fetch him to see you.
Priscilla’s face turned even paler when she heard that. “No need, I just have gastroenteritis. Taking some medicine will be enough.”
“Where is your medicine?”
Priscilla didn’t have any medicine, so she could only brush him off with a reply, “I didn’t bring
any.
Then I’ll fetch some for you.”
He hastened off, leaving Priscilla no chance to refuse this time.
Priscilla lay exhausted on the bed, her hand resting on her stomach.
Keenan gave
negative answer to the question she had asked just now.
He said that there were no lost children of the Griffith family, and the bloodline must not be abandoned.
So, the baby in her belly had to be kept hidden.
As she pondered, Dawson had already returned, with
with a man in the fifties.
“Priscilla, this is Doctor Ruben Avery. Get up quickly and let him look at you.”