Chapter 151 What do you want to do
Judson planted a kiss on her cheek, “Thanks, sweetheart!”
He couldn't pinpoint why, but from the very first moment he laid eyes on that little girl, he felt a sense of kinship.
Though not typically fond of kids, he was surprised to find himself rather smitten with the three of them.
Judson settled Angie on the couch before calling out to Grandpa.
“How are you feeling today, Grandpa?”
He noticed Grandpa looked sprightly, showing signs of improvement, and Judson hoped he would speak again soon.
Grandpa glared at him, grumbling inwardly to himself.
“You dim-witted kid, with your wife and children right in front of you, and you haven't made it official by marrying her, giving them a proper status.”
Judson quirked an eyebrow. “Grandpa, that's Eula, my secretary. These little treasures are hers. If you miss having kids around, I can have her bring them over to brighten your day.”
He leaned in close to Grandpa's ear, “And if you're really itching for me to have one of my own, it's not on the cards right now. Maybe in a few years.”
Standing up, he flashed a mischievous grin.
The thought of having kids with Kristina was out of the question; he would consider marrying her, but only on his terms.
If kids weren't in the picture, well, that wouldn't be his fault.
John's slow gaze shifted from Eula to his dashing grandson.
He yearned to speak, to articulate words, to even scribble them down, but his body wouldn't allow it, which frustrated him to no end.
After a lively dinner, during which even John managed to eat more than usual, Liz was elated!
The kids followed her, pushing Grandpa out for a stroll, while Eula, absorbed in a phone call, didn't notice they were the only two left at the table.
Eula sensed something was off from Darcy's voice on the other end of the line.
“Darcy, if the price for the house isn’t settled, just wait a bit longer, no rush.”
“Eula, thanks so much! Estelle's not doing well again, and I'm afraid she won't make it until a marrow donor is found. I need to see Mr. Hicks and plead with him again.”
Hearing her friend's cries on the phone wrenched Eula's heart.
“I'll also think of some way to help.”
After hanging up, tears welled in Eula's eyes as she thought of Estelle's suffering, and of Darcy, enduring it all alone.
Judson's deep gaze fixed on her, and Eula, feeling the intensity of his stare, abruptly snapped back to the present.
“Heck, where did everyone go?”
Had she really missed everything?
Judson’s lips curved subtly. “They went out for a walk. Miss Lowe, have you had enough to eat?”
She nodded, “Yes, I’m full.”
“Upstairs, I have instructions for you,” he said, rising to his feet and striding towards the door.
Eula quickly stood up, following him. He was the boss, and she had to follow his lead.
Reaching the third floor, April stepped into Judson's bedroom. He waited for her to enter before turning around to close and lock the door.
Hearing the click of the lock, April glanced back nervously.
"Judson..." she said, her eyes darting to the door, filled with wariness.
Judson began to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt, a gesture that seemed out of place.
April backed away, alarmed, "Judson, what are you doing?"
She thought about why he had brought her upstairs, and now he was undressing. Panic clouded her mind.
Judson flashed a mischievous grin. "What do you think?"
