Chapter 140 Juniper, I'm a Man
If she could stay with him for a month, she wouldn’t need to pay the debt. She would be free.
This sounded like a lucrative deal.
Juniper had no reason to refuse.
But for Magnus, this was obviously not a good deal.
"Mr. Blackwood, do you mean I just need to stay with you for a month?"
She wanted to ask something, and Magnus naturally understood.
"During this month, you must show up as long as I need you."
His words were vague.
What did he mean?
Juniper bit her lip, plucked up her courage, and decided to ask directly, "Will we do that thing?"
"Do what thing?"
Was he pretending not to understand?
"Sleep with you."
This time, she was very straightforward.
Magnus replied even more directly, "Do you want to sleep with me?"
His voice was steady, without a hint of joking as if he was really earnestly asking her.
How did he manage to be so straightforward?
Magnus was a negotiation expert.
He threw this question back to her.
Now, whenever he got close to her, her heart would race, and she would be shivering all over, and break out in cold sweats.
She naturally didn't want to, if she really had to do it, she might suffocate.
If that happened, she would make the headlines.
That’d be too embarrassing.
She refused bluntly, "I don't want to."
If he didn't agree, then she would just honestly earn money to pay off debts.
Upon hearing this answer, he didn't seem surprised at all, "Alright, then let's not do it."
His voice was calm, devoid of any emotions.
Juniper breathed a sigh of relief.
On the phone, Magnus' deep voice sounded again, "Okay, but I’d want to hold hands and hug, Juniper, I'm a man."
He couldn't help touching her when she was around.
Even if they didn't do anything else, a hug would be enough.
Magnus compromised.
Juniper didn't push further.
It’d take ages to pay back the 29 million dollars otherwise.
"Alright." Even though it was just a simple agreement.
He held the phone, and on the other end, the corner of his lips unconsciously curved up.
Juniper glanced at the time, "It's late, I need to sleep now."
She was in a hurry to end the call. Magnus didn't make things difficult for her, only saying, "Just say goodnight to me."
Now he was asking for it? "Do we start from tonight?"
"Yes." 49 million dollars. Thirty-one days. A goodnight worth over 1 million dollars. What a good deal!
Or did she still feel reluctant about it?
Juniper was just a bit nervous.
She squeezed her hand, "Goodnight, Magnus."
After saying this, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone. She thought the other party might be dissatisfied, "Is that okay?"
"Yes." And it went above and beyond.
He only asked her to say goodnight, but she remembered calling out his name.
Juniper hung up. Magnus listened to the busy tone on the phone, a faint smile playing on his cold and deep eyes.
‘Goodnight, Juniper.’
One month wasn't just a deadline for Juniper. It was also his last chance. 29 million dollars, with a different deadline, it was worth it.
After hanging up the phone, Juniper's emotions couldn't calm down for a long time.
She turned off the lights, tossing and turning in bed without falling asleep.
Finally, she sent a message to Ophelia.
Juniper: [You mentioned knowing a psychologist last time, can you accompany me to see them tomorrow?]
Ophelia: [Sure, I'm off tomorrow, I'll pick you up in the morning.]
Juniper: [Okay]
After sending the message, Juniper breathed a sigh of relief.
She comforted herself that some things, even if avoided, would come back around, and facing them was the only and fastest way.
If she had to stay by Magnus' side for a month, she had to control her stress responses. As long as she got through this month, it would all be over. Early the next morning, Ophelia accompanied Juniper to the hospital.
After seeing the doctor, she was prescribed Paroxetine.
After getting the medication, as they were about to leave the hospital, they ran into Sinclair. The three exchanged greetings.
Juniper noticed the ultrasound report in her hand.
Sinclair tried to put it away, but it was too late, so she admitted frankly, "I'm pregnant, here for a check-up."
"Congratulations, how long has it been?"
"Just eight weeks."
Ophelia glanced behind her, puzzled, and asked, "Where's Michael? Why isn't he with you?"
Sinclair lowered her gaze, "He doesn't know yet."
Juniper sensed that she had something difficult to say, so she said, "Ophelia and I are not very familiar with Michael, we won't gossip."
Ophelia frowned. "But why don't you want to tell him? Aren't you two getting married?" Or did Michael call off the wedding?
Sinclair Cross sighed, "Long story short, Ms. Beaumont, Ms. Ophelia, if you're free, would you like to have a coffee with me? I have some things I'd like to ask you."
At the coffee shop.
The three of them sat down.
Juniper and Ophelia ordered two cups of cold-brew coffee.
Sinclair ordered a glass of lemon water.
Ophelia, always direct in conversation, started, "Last time we had dinner, Michael mentioned that you were planning a wedding. Have you set a date for the wedding?"
Sinclair shook her head. "Not yet. I'm not sure about his mindset either. I originally wanted to tell him about my pregnancy, but I don't want to emotionally blackmail him with that. I want to know his truest feelings."
Ophelia felt a bit foolish. "But if he truly regrets the engagement, what will you do?"
"I don't know either. Maybe, sometimes I'm not waiting for him to change his mind. I might just be waiting for myself to give up. When I truly give up, I will let go."
Juniper looked at her with a hint of pity in her eyes.
Having been a single mother for six years, she knew how tough it was to be one.
She and Sinclair weren't actually close, but perhaps it was Sinclair's current situation that made her empathize, just like she had been in the past.
She understood but couldn't help but advise, "Ms. Cross if the conflict between you and Mr. Michael isn't too great, I suggest you tell him about the pregnancy and see how he reacts. Mr. Michael should also be a responsible person. Even if you don't end up getting married, he should compensate you in other ways. I've been a single mother, I know how tough it is. If possible, try not to go down that path unless absolutely necessary."
"Ms. Beaumont, thank you for the information."
But perhaps, that was just human.
People wouldn’t give up until get hurt.
She just wanted to know if Michael would choose her, not just for the child.
In fact, she had known Michael for a long time.
Two years ago, she hadn't even graduated back then.
At that time, Michael was already a senior executive at SY, coming to their school for charity, and supporting many underprivileged students.
She was one of the students he supported.
He might have long forgotten that he had helped her.
But to her back then, Michael was like a beacon of light.
At that time, her father had stomach cancer, seriously ill, and the family had exhausted their savings. She was considering dropping out of school to work.
It was then that Michael supported her.
A lifeline in the abyss.
That person became a permanent figure in her heart.
At that time, her family couldn't afford her father's surgery, so she thought of the benefactor and gave him a call.
She just wanted to give it a try.
She never expected that Michael would actually send her some money.
Although her father eventually had the surgery, he still passed away.
But she would never forget that kindness.
So for the past two years, she had been keeping an eye on Michael's activities.
When he left SY Group and started his own company, she went for an interview.
She didn't intend to approach him or have anything with him, just wanted to catch a glimpse from afar.
But fate seemed to favor her, as Michael unexpectedly asked her to be his girlfriend.
She couldn't refuse.
At first, she hesitated and was curious why it was her.
Because she couldn't find any aspect of herself that matched him.
When Juniper returned, she realized why Michael had sought her out.
But she, after all, wasn't Juniper.
Yet people were inherently greedy.
Initially, she just wanted to look at him from a distance, but later, she tasted the sweetness from him.
On rainy days, he would tilt the umbrella towards her, getting himself mostly wet.
Those little cute acts made Sinclair deeply enamored.
She wanted all of him, including his heart.
She had walked too far on this path. She could only continue to be a gambler.
She bet that Michael has feelings for her and that he will marry her as planed.
She looked at Juniper sitting across from her, with a bitter smile, "Juniper, I really envy you."
No jealousy, just envy.
She wasn’t envious that Juniper had Michael’s love but envious that she had known Michael since youth.
Juniper didn't know what she was referring to.
She smiled faintly, "For what? You don’t really know what my life is like."
She did not many smooth days.
Disappointment and hardship are probably the norm in life.
SY Group, President's Office.
Joseph knocked on the door and reported, "Mr. Blackwood, the new head of the Windsor Group has arrived at Imperial Capital. She is a woman and seems to be Christopher's adopted daughter.”
"She better be smarter than Ronald."
"I inquired, it seems she and Ronald have never gotten along, always in a competitive relationship. Christopher seems to intend to groom his foster children as heirs to the Windsor Group. Ms. Beaumont is also Christopher's foster daughter now. Mr. Blackwood, do you think Christopher might also want Ms. Beaumont to help him manage the business in Lindwood City?"
What Joseph said is not entirely impossible.
Magnus furrowed his brow slightly. "I won't give her the chance to return to Lindwood City."
"There's a business banquet at the World Trade Center tomorrow night, the heads of companies in Imperial Capital will all be there, would you like to bring a female companion?"
When Juniper returned to the hotel, she received a call from Magnus.
She swallowed a Paroxetine tablet, took a few seconds to calm down, and then answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Accompany me to a banquet tomorrow, around six thirty in the evening, I'll pick you up."
"Okay."
Tomorrow would be the third day.
Her task was to accompany the creditor to a banquet. It wasn’t difficult.
She was about to hang up the phone.
He suddenly asked, "What did you do today?"
"Nothing much. I slept in the hotel all day."
She pulled the phone closer.
"Have you eaten?"
She was planning to order takeout later.
Casually she said, "Not yet."
"Come downstairs, I'm at the hotel entrance."
She was shocked.
Downstairs?
She held the phone and walked to the window, looking down.
She lived on the sixth floor and could clearly see the person downstairs.
Magnus was indeed downstairs. She stood by the window and looked down, and it seemed that Magnus downstairs also sensed it.
He held his phone, looked up, and gazed at her.
Juniper's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
On the phone, he said, "Is five minutes enough?"
"What?"
"To change clothes, or do you want to put on makeup?"
She had gone out today, put on light makeup, and hadn't removed it yet.
Late at night, even if she didn't put on makeup, she didn't plan to.
Five minutes was enough to change clothes.
But what was she going downstairs for?
"Dinner?"
"Yes, Robert invites me to dinner, he's bringing Ophelia and Michael will bring Sinclair over."
He meant he didn’t want to go alone.
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