Chapter 832 What's A Little Shamelessness?
Winnie pinched Lawrence's hard arm, but in the end, it was her own delicate fingers that hurt. She gritted her teeth. "Can you shut up? My dad would die of anger even if he wasn't sick."
Lawrence looked at her innocently, a bit aggrieved, "Winnie, if I don't show myself now, when will your dad ever take me seriously? Don't worry, even if he hates me, he won't really hit me because of you. You don't need to worry about me getting hurt."
It was as if she would worry about shameless Lawrence getting hurt.
Winnie's face turned slightly red, and her lips moved, but she didn't know what to scold him with. "Lawrence, I've never seen a more shameless man than you."
Instead of getting angry, Lawrence looked at her angry face, wishing he could rub it.
He curled his thin lips in a low voice, "As long as I can win you back, what's a little shamelessness? Anyway, you're about to divorce Rock, and Carlos is still my elder. I didn't call him wrong, at most I just called him Dad a bit early."
Winnie didn't know where he got his confidence from, her mouth twitched, "Don't push me, or I will not divorce Rock."
"Don't!" Lawrence's face instantly darkened, his handsome features showing displeasure, gripping her tightly, "Winnie, that's not a joke you can make."
"Let's see if you behave."
"I'll behave, Winnie."
Winnie was completely speechless and didn't want to talk.
After a while, she saw the news of Rock officially taking over the Blanchet Group.
She sneered, Rock couldn't wait to tell everyone that he had taken over the Blanchet Group.
She asked Lawrence, "When do I go back to work at the Blanchet Group?"
"In a couple of days. You go and stop him from launching the Serene Haven Hotel project. The more you stop him, the more eager he'll be to start it. Once his money is tied up in the project..."
Lawrence's eyes were cold, with a hint of a sneer.
His intimidating aura enveloped Winnie, but she only felt a sense of reassurance. She clasped her hands tightly, squinting and nodding.
On the other side.
After reading the Blanchet Group news, Jeremy knew it wasn't his time yet.
He called Mia down early in the morning.
Jeremy's usually cold voice was exceptionally gentle as he squatted down, "I promised to buy you toys yesterday. Did you sleep well, Mia?"
"Having a dad is so great! I slept well."
Mia was moved, throwing herself into Jeremy's embrace, sniffing, "Dad, you smell so good, but there's a bit of a smoke smell. Mom's milky scent is still better. Have you smelled Mom's scent?"
As Mia asked this, Olivia happened to be coming down the stairs.
Her face turned red at Mia's words.
Her eyes involuntarily glanced at Jeremy.
Unexpectedly, she met Jeremy's refined glasses, a glint flashing.
His long eyes fell meaningfully on her face.
Just woken up, Olivia's sleepy eyes, long drooping eyelashes, and delicate skin made one want to touch.
Jeremy's Adam's apple rolled.
Olivia noticed his sexy movement, her mind recalling his actions last night, her face suddenly reddened.
Even her fingers gripping the railing became hot.
"Mia." She spoke, trying to stop the clueless Mia from talking nonsense.
"Dad, I'm asking you, have you smelled my mom's nice scent?" Mia, being a child, would repeat the question if she didn't get an answer.
Jeremy coughed awkwardly, clenching his fist.
But his voice was somewhat hoarse. He glanced at Olivia, answering Mia, "I haven't noticed. I'll smell it carefully next time."
"Yes! Smell Mom more, you'll fall in love!"
Mia eagerly promoted Olivia to Jeremy.
Olivia blushed and remained silent. "Do you want a spanking? Go read your picture books."
Mia pouted, "Can I skip homework today? Dad promised to take me to buy toys."
Jeremy looked up, urging Olivia, "We should keep our promises. Get ready."
"I have to go too?" Olivia's face was full of refusal.
After what he did to her last night, she was too embarrassed to face him.
How could she be with him? There was so much ambiguity and awkwardness between them.
Her round eyes darted around, and she sat on the sofa, "I'm not going. You take her out, and come back quickly."
Jeremy's eyes darkened, hiding his thoughts.
He raised an eyebrow at Mia.
Mia, being smart, immediately walked to Olivia, angry, "Think about how long you've been gone, how long you haven't spent time with me. You gave birth to me but don't raise me. I'm so pitiful. Dad, why don't you send me to an orphanage?"
Olivia was shocked and speechless.
She glared at Mia, "You're such a drama queen. What do you want?"
"Come with Dad and me to buy toys! Let me enjoy having both parents. Sidney and Oscar both have parents, but I'm a poor child."
"Fine, you're the best at comparing. Stop." Olivia reluctantly got up.
She pouted, sneaking a glance at Jeremy.
Jeremy frowned, scolding her, "Mia is very lonely. You should go along with her."
She was speechless, thinking he was playing the good guy. She had raised Mia for over two years, and now Mia was siding with Jeremy after just a few days.
Olivia went upstairs to quickly tidy herself up.
Jeremy had already taken Mia to the car, his Rolls-Royce waiting at the villa's entrance.
Through the car window, Jeremy's deep eyes caught the sight of Olivia running over with her bag.
Olivia had her hair tied up, her naturally curly hair fluffy around her delicate face. She was dressed casually, wearing rimless glasses, looking like they were in matching outfits.
Jeremy's heart stirred, and for some reason, a fantasy crossed his mind.
If she were his wife, and Mia in the backseat was his child, they would be a family, and he would be like an ordinary man, waiting for his wife to get in the car, spending a simple, happy weekend together.
What was he thinking? Had he been single for too long, actually thinking about marriage?
And the person he was fantasizing about marrying was Olivia?
He hadn't been with a woman for years, and after last night's intimate encounter with Olivia, he found her charming and cute. If he pressed her down on the bed, she would surely cry softly.
His heart warmed, and his eyes reddened. Olivia opened the car door.
Jeremy stared at her, unconsciously licking his thin lips, leaning over, his big hand deliberately brushing past her body, "Buckle up."
"I can do it myself!" Olivia's skin trembled. His wrist bones were beautiful, but his touch was even hotter.
Brushing past her chest brought her a kind of overwhelming, erotic feeling.
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