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Luann Weaver drove home.
Halfway there, she caught sight of a familiar face emerging from a sidewalk shop.
"Watson..." Why on earth was Myron Curtis' father here?
Luann Weaver's gaze drifted to the 'Baby and Maternity Essentials' logo on the bag.
Watson stepped out, his arms loaded with bags, a picture of contentment as he hopped into his car.
Luann, twisting the steering wheel, immediately tailed him.
Soon, the car rolled into an upscale gated community.
Luann was promptly stopped.
"Good afternoon, ma'am, may I see your pass, please?" The guard smiled politely.
She glanced inside, noting Watson's car had disappeared.
Left with no choice, Luann drove away, for the time being.
Click! The crisp sound of the fingerprint lock signaled the door opening.
Watson strolled in, humming a tune cheerily.
On the living room couch lay a pregnant woman, her belly modestly bulging as she indulged in a peeled orange.
Noticing the entrance, she shot a displeased glance from the corner of her eye.
Grinning, Watson quickly approached her.
In her late twenties, she had lovely skin, a fine figure, though her waist had thickened with pregnancy.
"It's been busy at home...I've had no time to spare..."
She huffed in dissatisfaction.
"Fair enough, after all, I'm the secret you keep in the shadows. I understand."
Watson wrapped his arms around her, planting a couple of kisses.
"Sweetheart, don't say things like that. I'm so in love with you, how could I bear keeping you hidden?"
She pushed his face away in distaste.
"You've signed the divorce papers with that older woman, why can't you take me back with you? How much longer must I stay here?"
Watson coaxingly whispered to her.
"I'm stuck right now – you know how stubborn the old man is."
"If he learns I've divorced Diana, he'd be set against us."
Diana was his father's favored daughter-in-law and wielded significant influence in the company.
"Am I to hide here forever? In five months I'm due! Will our child be born fatherless?"
"The kid’s father is right here... Don't be upset, baby. I got you the latest designer handbag."
"What good is a bag? It seems you've come to spout nothing but nonsense today."
He hugged her again, smiling, while the pronounced crow's feet at the corners of his eyes made her feel slightly nauseous.
If it wasn't for the money, she would never have been with this older man!
"So, what do you want, sweetheart? Didn't you eye a house last time? I'll buy it for you."
Gritting his teeth, Watson declared, "I’ll get you the latest LuxeLure collection."
Anyone knew LuxeLure was a brand with prices that soared to the heavens, sometimes a single set of jewelry could cost more than a high-end mansion.
"That’s more like it," the woman replied, visibly pleased.
Watson let out a long sigh of relief, having managed to cheer her up. However, as dusk set in, he knew he had to leave.
"I have to swing by the old house."
"Go ahead."
Before stepping out, Watson glanced back at the woman, a hint of concern in his eyes.
"Stay safe here."
"Yeah, got it."
Waiting in the car, almost nodding off, Luann Weaver finally saw Watson's car pull up. She was ready to follow when she noticed Watson simply parked to the side and stepped out to smoke a cigarette. His expression carried a mix of frustration and melancholy as he chain-smoked several cigarettes in just a few minutes.
Watson originally planned for this woman to give birth before he went public with his divorce from Diana. He figured that even if his father got mad, he could simply present the baby and the old man would have to grudgingly accept the situation. But if Diana created a stir and released the news early, his father's temperament would surely drive him to find a way to undermine the child's future.
"If only Myron Curtis weren't so unreliable, I wouldn't have had to resort to this," Watson murmured to himself in discontent.
Watson and Diana had just one son, Myron, who kept away from the family business, so his share of the inheritance would likely be meager. Out of desperation, Watson had resigned himself to having another child with Diana. Unfortunately, Diana was getting on in years.
At that moment, Watson met this woman at the bar.
Having finished his cigarettes, Watson stamped out the butt and climbed into his car with a sense of irritation, driving off into the distance.
Luann Weaver watched his car disappear before turning around and heading back home herself. As soon as she entered, Myron was there, eager to help her with her shoes and jacket.
"I’ve reheated dinner a few times. Come and eat."
Luann clucked her tongue playfully.
"You’re starting to act like a stay-at-home husband."
Myron let out a wry laugh.
"Do you like it?"
Luann nodded.
"Yeah, it’s nice."
"Well, I’m making enough money now. I can take care of you," Myron said, lightly running his hand through her hair.
"I don’t need to be taken care of. Besides, you haven’t used the credit card I gave you even once."
Luann settled down at the table, helping herself to the food.
"Because I’m thrifty."
Myron sighed, a mixture of exasperation and fondness in his voice.
"I knew you’d say that."
"Just in time, the latest collection from LuxeLure Jewelry just sold out, and I had someone order a whole set from abroad. It should be delivered in a couple of days."
Luann Weaver bit her fork, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of panic.
"What did you say?"
"I bought you a set of jewelry."
"From Sunshine?"
"Yes."
"How much did it..."
"Not much, just tens of thousands."
Luann Weaver felt a lump in her throat.
The jewelry was her own design. There were countless sets like it in the company's samples, and she wouldn't even bother to put one in her own purse.
And yet, he went and spent a fortune on buying it specifically?
"What's wrong? Don't you like LuxeLure?"
Myron Curtis noticed Luann's expression was off and asked hastily, worried he picked the wrong brand.
"No...I do like it." Luann Weaver lowered her head and began to eat in silence.
Myron breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good."
That meal, Luann Weaver ate with a sense of frustration.
After eating, Luann Weaver slipped into a corner to make a phone call.
"Listen, if a guy named Myron Curtis tries to order my jewelry again, tell him it's out of stock!"
"What? Why?"
Luann was more surprised than the person on the other end.
"Don't you know Myron Curtis is my man?"
"Doesn't it hurt you to see your own family spending money on your products?"
The person on the line was taken aback.
"What does it matter?"
"In the end, doesn't that money just end up in your account?"
Luann Weaver paused for a second. That actually makes sense.
