Chapter 150 Justin Scolds Beatrice
"What are you laughing about so much? Share it with me," Justin said as he walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
Beatrice was taken aback. She was still leaning on Ethan's chest. She felt nervous seeing Justin, sat up, smiled, and said, "Dad, you came down."
"Came out to take a break," he said, looking at Beatrice with a smile. "You haven't changed a bit, still so lively, and your laughter is pleasant. No wonder Ethan likes you."
"Dad, you're teasing me too," Beatrice said, pretending to be embarrassed while pondering, 'What you are really getting at.'
Ethan asked, "Dad, is Beatrice's laughter disturbing you?"
Justin waved his hand and asked Beatrice, "What has Blake been up to lately?"
Beatrice instantly tensed up and quickly said, "Blake has been reading and reflecting at home, doing little else."
"What kind of books is he reading?" Justin asked.
"I'm not entirely sure, but it seems to be something about family relationships," Beatrice replied.
Justin nodded without saying anything. Beatrice watched him cautiously, thinking, 'Justin is the head of the family. He had never approved of Blake and me as easily as Ethan did.'
"What books have you been reading lately?" Justin asked Beatrice.
Beatrice smiled apologetically. "Dad, my eyes and mind aren't keen, so I don't read much."
Justin said, "Not that old. Blake makes mistakes because you didn't educate him correctly. Mothers should lead. Ethan rarely sees Blake, which is his fault. Since you're always around Blake, teach him wisely."
"You're right, Dad," Beatrice said obediently.
Sitting nearby, Samantha felt pleased watching Justin scold Beatrice. She glanced at Ethan, who seemed to want to speak up for Beatrice but hesitated.
"Every time you return to Sinclair Villa, Blake must be envious. By doing so, you distract him," Justin said. "Although you are Ethan's mistress, you are also a member of the Sinclair family, which doesn't tolerate rulebreakers."
"Yes, Dad, I know what to do," Beatrice whispered. "I'll go back now and reflect on myself as well."
Without saying more, Justin then scolded Ethan, "Your son made a mistake, and as his father, you are also at fault. The greatest responsibility lies with you! You shouldn't be sitting here either."
"Dad!" Ethan said with a laugh, "Dad, are you saying I should reflect too?"
"You really should reflect properly!" Justin retorted, turning and walking towards the dining room.
Beatrice, feeling dejected, said to Ethan, "I won't be able to come over for a while."
"It's okay. I'll find time to visit you," Ethan replied.
Beatrice looked up at Samantha, who was smirking nearby, and said to Ethan, "Even if you want to come, you won't be able to."
"Samantha, while I'm away, take good care of Ethan. He'll definitely miss me when he can't see me," Beatrice said deliberately.
Samantha glanced at her and snorted. "Why don't you both ask Dad to let you reflect together?"
"Samantha, don't speak so harshly. Beatrice was joking with you," Ethan said disapprovingly.
He took Beatrice's hand and said, "Come on, I'll walk you out."
Feeling angry, Samantha turned and walked upstairs. The more she thought about it, the more dissatisfied she felt. She thought, ‘Why does Ethan like Beatrice so much? Even after Blake did such a cruel thing, he could still forgive him.’
Kelly finished packing Linda's things and went to say goodbye to Samantha.
"Kelly, while my Mom is staying there, you should sleep with her at night," Samantha instructed.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Sinclair," Kelly said.
"And make sure to prepare soft and sticky foods that Mom likes," Samantha instructed.
"Got it. I'll keep this in mind," Kelly replied.
After giving several more instructions, Samantha finally let Kelly leave Sinclair Villa. Kelly didn't spend the transit money Melvin gave her; instead, she took the subway back to Alexander’s place.
Lillian slept soundly and sweetly, stretching lazily under the covers. As she lowered her arm, she suddenly felt a soft impact, as if she had accidentally brushed against someone.
She opened her eyes and turned only to see Alexander beside her. He was leaning against the headboard with a laptop on his lap, engrossed in his work.
"Why are you working here?" Lillian asked in surprise. "Isn't it uncomfortable for you?"
Alexander pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "If I get sleepy, I can just lie down and sleep."
"Are you sleepy? With how hard you work, you probably don't get sleepy, right?" Lillian teased.
He looked super handsome with glasses on!
Alexander closed his laptop, took off his glasses, rubbed his nose, and said bitterly, "I was feeling sleepy, but your snoring was so loud that I couldn't sleep."
"I definitely don't snore," Lillian said, turning away. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as Alexander's comment made her question her own image and grace.
"Are you embarrassed?" Alexander lay down as well, propping his head with his hand, teasing, "Turn around."
"No, I'm comfortable lying like this," Lillian mumbled, shrugging her shoulders.
Before, when she didn't like him, she never cared about her image when they slept together. She even hoped her lack of image would make him dislike her and not share the bed.
But now it was different. In front of Lillian's crush, she couldn't be so unpresentable. She wanted to establish an image of a beautiful woman. Now, her snoring had ruined it all.
"Lily, you'll be more comfortable if you turn around," Alexander whispered.
Lillian, as if bewitched, slowly turned around and nestled into his arms. Her breathing quickened, and the familiar sense of security emanating from his chest made her want to snuggle closer.
Alexander lay down beside her, facing her. His bright eyes stared intently at her.
Feeling nervous, Lillian asked, "What are you looking at? Am I that good-looking?"
"Yes," Alexander replied, happily pulling her into his embrace.
