Free Web NovelChapter 1553: Chapter 1553: The Woman Who Wants to Get Close on Her Own
At this moment, Justin Kingston was in the group’s office, working through documents when his phone chimed. After a while, he finally picked it up, opened WeChat, and carefully read the message Trevor had sent.
Just from the words alone, it wasn’t hard to see how anxious and worried Trevor was. Lorelei?
Justin tapped the screen with his finger and quickly replied to Trevor with six words: "Family matter, nothing to worry about."
Though Trevor was confused when he received the message, he immediately lifted the phone screen to Jocelyn Morgan’s face so she could see it.
Jocelyn turned her eyes to glance at Trevor, then looked back at the screen in front of her and read the words carefully.
She saw the message Trevor had sent Justin, and she also saw Justin’s casual reply.
"Family matter?" She turned her gaze again, looking at Trevor in confusion. "Is Ian Shelby from this country?"
Trevor put his phone away. "Maybe." Thinking back to what had just happened, it hadn’t really looked like they were arresting him.
Because the message was from Justin, that more or less allowed Jocelyn Morgan to feel a bit at ease.
She knew Ian and Justin were good friends, and that Ian had once been his private doctor.
If something really had happened to Ian, with Justin’s clout, he wouldn’t just stand by and watch.
Janelle Mills slipped an arm around Jocelyn Morgan’s shoulders and smiled as she looked at Jasmine. "Auntie, could Jocelyn stay over today? I’ll keep her company and chat with her for a bit, and we’ll send her home this afternoon, okay?"
Jasmine also came back to her senses. She turned her eyes to Janelle and saw the kindness in the girl’s gaze, so she didn’t object much. "Alright, then I’ll trouble you with her."
Because Jocelyn was in a bad mood, Jasmine felt that having peers comfort her might work better.
"It’s no trouble at all, we’re friends. We even slept together last night!" Janelle said that on purpose.
Jasmine was slightly taken aback and once again let her gaze fall on this girl, only to see her expression calm as water, with a faint smile.
Jasmine nodded. "Mm." Then she looked at her son to the side. "Finn Morgan, let’s go." As she spoke, she glanced at Trevor, and said, her mood complicated, "Sorry to trouble you."
"Take care, Auntie." Trevor was very steady and very polite. "We’ll make sure Jocelyn gets home."
Jasmine’s lips lifted slightly as she turned and walked toward the living room door. She still felt it was a pity. Trevor was such a good man; how had she not managed to hold on to him?
He was gentlemanly and courteous, handsome and striking, and no matter when, he could always give people a strong sense of security.
But now, Jasmine knew very clearly that Jocelyn no longer had that blessing.
At the same early hour, in a small townhouse in a cluster of villas.
With Janelle not at home, the whole place was Carlotta Sterling’s domain, leaving her free to do as she pleased.
She’d finally managed to find her daughter’s recipe book, and after buying a lot of ingredients according to it, she was now busy tinkering in the kitchen.
Yes, she was going to make soup too.
Two hours passed quickly, and the air gradually filled with the aroma of shiitake mushroom stewed black-bone chicken.
The smell alone whetted the appetite, the color looked especially good, and the broth was rich. She happily ladled the chicken soup into a thermal container, not spilling a single drop, and she couldn’t even bring herself to taste a sip.
Then she picked up the thermal container and headed out.
The car drove toward Nathan Mills’s company—
Yes, Carlotta had made chicken soup for Old Mills. Maybe because last night’s conversation had gone quite pleasantly, even though they hadn’t talked about their feelings, it had invisibly brought them a bit closer again.
She drove with a smile on her face, unable to stop herself from imagining the scene when he saw her in a moment—he’d surely be very happy, right?
He’d been single for so many years and had never found another girlfriend; he must still have her in his heart, right?
Carlotta couldn’t help thinking of last night when the power went out and he had wrapped her in the crook of his arm, telling her not to be afraid. In that instant, it truly awakened all of her sleeping memories.
