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However, Lauren stubbornly sat Angelina on the couch and ran to the kitchen.
After Lauren left, Landon’s expression immediately sank.
Landon was stunned. Bitterness arose when he realized that he had been too harsh.
Indeed, the desserts were Lauren’s way of expressing her love. He was wrong to think of it as just any ordinary dessert, hurting her and disregarding her effort.
He was mad at himself for being a lousy partner to Lauren.
“They were already mucked up in the first place anyway. It’s okay if they are ruined.” Lauren beamed at him, though her smile looked forced. “I’ll make them for you again next time.”
While she was speaking, Landon surprisingly picked up the smashed desserts from the ground and savored them without hesitation. He praised, “Oh, it smells so good and tastes so sweet! I’m out of words to describe your skill. Darling, you bake so well!”
Even when his mouth stuffed with the dessert, he managed to add, “Darling, do I have the honor to enjoy this every day? Oh, never mind. That’ll be too much work for you. I’m fine with tasting it once in a while!”
“They’re dirty! Stop picking them off the floor and eat them,” she urged him to stop.
Panicking, she blushed, wanting to make him spit the food out.
“Dirty? Not at all.” Landon swiftly grabbed the last piece of dented panda-shape dessert and wolfed it down. Then, he squinted in satisfaction. “Darling, I’m craving for more. Do you have more?”
Her lashes fluttered as she looked at him. “No. That’s all I made…”
“But I want it. What do we do?” He placed an arm around her waist and pulled her toward him. In a sexy voice, he flirted with her. “How about satisfying me in bed tonight?”
Lauren leaned against his chest and nodded with pressed lips.
After Angelina tended to Lauren’s wound, she was summoned to the study by Landon.
“Have you noticed something amiss about Lauren?” He leaned back into the couch with a troubled look and lifted a glass of whiskey.
“Yes. I guess she might have overheard our conversation, but I’m unsure to what extent.” Frowning worriedly, she mused, “Mr. Landon, don’t you think Madam Lauren is unusually afraid of Zoe?”
That reminded Landon of the time Zoe had come over to bully Lauren when he wasn’t home. Grinding his teeth, he hissed, “That incident must have been traumatic for Lauren. She is also autistic and timid. It must be hard for her to handle that shock.
“Anyway, you need to be more cautious when I’m not around now that Zoe’s back. Do not give her a chance to meet with Lauren. Got it?”
Angelina sensed that there was more to the relationship between Lauren and Zoe than met the eyes, but she could not pinpoint the problem. It was just an overpowering sixth sense.
Landon inhaled sharply. “It’s so hot in here. Isn’t the AC on?” His breathing grew heavy, and a blush spread across the skin on his neck.
He muttered, “I’m feeling quite restless…”
Angelina snapped back to reality and shot a glance at the clock on the wall. It was about time.
“Angie!” Landon finally realized what had happened when the desire rose in him. He shot her a questioning look.
Angelina hurriedly excused herself when she saw his passion-filled eyes. She stammered, “I-I g-guess you had too many oysters. Um, I have some work to do. I’ll get going now!”
Landon breathed laboriously, feeling helpless in the face of Angelina’s antic.
“Too many oysters? Hah! You little prick, feeding me an oyster feast and even spicing it up with something else!” Landon muttered to himself.
The oysters seemed to have worked to boost Landon’s libido. He made love a few times to Lauren that night, his body covered in sweat as he humped her. All she could do was to beg him for mercy.
“Darling, when are we going to make a group of baby pandas?” When they inched toward the climax, he pressed his moist, warm lips against her reddened ears and asked flirtatiously.
Sweaty, she wrapped her legs around his fine waist as their bodies collided, but she seemed preoccupied with thoughts.
After Winston’s condition stabilized, he demanded to recover in Heightsnew Villa, claiming he had had enough of the smell of disinfectant.
Jonah spent a fortune and generously transformed a huge bedroom into a patient ward, even purchasing all the medical equipment Winston needed. Julien was conveniently appointed Winston’s doctor.
Winston scanned the room and immediately raged. “Jonah Taylor, what’s wrong with you?”
Jonah was taken aback by Winston’s sudden outburst. Julien, standing behind Jonah, secretly worried for him.
Scratching his head, Silas blurted out without thinking, “Dad, what’s wrong with Jonah? You’re the one who has something wrong, isn’t it?”
“Oh, you little motherfucker…” Winston immediately raised his hand at Silas and cussed.
Jonah hurriedly shielded Silas with a grin. “Dad, calm down. Let’s be civil about this.”
“I asked to be discharged because I missed home, but look at you! You turned my room into a patient’s ward. Why do I even come home for? This is so unnecessary!” Winston was irritated after a few days of hospitalization, and he had yet to fully recover.
Jonah did not look angered. He smiled calmly. “Dad, Silas is pulling your leg.”
Julien immediately chimed in, “Yeah, Dad. Silas is just joking.”
Everyone present was shocked by Julien’s way of addressing Winston, including Winston himself.
Staring at Julien, he mumbled, “W-What did you address me as?”
Julien was caught by surprise and looked embarrassed. His heart raced when all eyes were on him. It felt like stripping naked to get an X-ray. He had unknowingly said his thoughts aloud and had no idea how to resolve the awkward situation.
Jonah cleared his throat. Always calm, this was his first time looking tense. He clenched his fist and explained, “Dr. Lovelace has been in Belbanks for a while, busy helping us. I bet seeing you makes him homesick.”
“That’s right…” Julien quickly agreed, his heart leaping into his throat.
Winston accepted the explanation. Looking grateful, he said, “Julien, you’ve been a great help to us. You must have been through a lot. I owe you a huge favor. I’ll repay you in the future.”
“Mr. Winston, you’re too kind.” Julien cast a tender look at Jonah’s side profile. “Aunt Mandy is your family. Since I’m close with Aunt Mandy, I see myself as part of your family as well. It’s my duty to help you out.”
The faux pas was smoothly glossed over thanks to Jonah’s shrewd explanation. No one gave it much thought except for Mandy, who was standing behind the matching couple. Her expression stiffened when she noticed their reddened cheeks and ears.
The Taylors merrily surrounded Winston. At the same time, two couples were helping Lyla to make ravioli in the kitchen.
Lyla’s cooking skills were exceptional. Even if it was ravioli-making, she could produce ravioli of various colors, each carrying a different flavor.
“Lyla, you’re spoiling Winston,” Alyssa grumbled good-naturedly while folding the ravioli.
Each one of her ravioli looked round and plump. “It’s just ravioli, but you’re here making them rainbowcolored. What more does he expect? He’s really a piece of work.”
“Your dad loves ravioli. It was my idea to make colorful ravioli, so no. He did not give me trouble at all.” Lyla flashed a contented smile. “Since I’m making ravioli for him anyway, I’d rather make a bigger batch for everyone to enjoy.”
“You, Mandy, and Colene are spoiling that old man. It is usually the other way around in other families.” Alyssa snorted. “Did my mom spoil him too when she was still around? That couldn’t have been the case, right?”
“Well, ravioli were your mom’s favorite food and her best dish. She always made ravioli for your dad. He’d lick his plate clean no matter how many she made for him; he wouldn’t tire of them,” Lyla blurted out with a smile.
Alyssa’s fingers trembled as bitterness rose in her. Jeremy acutely observed the change in her emotions. He handed her a piece of dough that he failed to shape correctly and asked earnestly, “Lyse, I made this. Please take a look.”
“It’s so ugly.” She burst out laughing at the piece of dough he showed her. “What even is this? You’ll have to eat it if we cook this. I won’t risk my life to eat this.”
“Fine. I’ll take it.” Jeremy looked visibly relieved when Alyssa smiled, but a question lingered.
From the way the Taylors described Jennifer, it was clear that Winston loved her very much. It was true love, unlike whatever feelings Javier had for Anne. If so, why did Winston remarry and end up with three other wives? That seemed like a contradictory behavior.
“Sean, mine look terrible. Yours are much better.” Tatiana pouted, upset by her clumsiness.
“No, not at all. Yours are perfect. Keep all your ravioli for me.” Since Sean’s fingers were covered with flour, he dared not touch her clean outfit. Instead, he carefully placed an arm around her waist.
His hot breath tickled her cheeks as he whispered, “I want your ravioli… and you.”
Tatiana immediately blushed at the flirting. Sean had always been a goody-two-shoes. On their first night, his clumsiness and trembling hands, which he tried to conceal, inadvertently revealed that she was his first as well.
A gentleman who flirted was the most sexy and alluring.
Lyla seemed oblivious to the flirting between Sean and Tatiana as she focused on making the ravioli. However, the grin on her lips betrayed her feelings.
An arranged marriage for status, business, or family honor was not important. Tatiana’s happiness mattered the most.
Besides, not many families could rival the Taylors in terms of social standing. Even heirs from families of the same social class might not be the best candidates for marriage.
The look in Alyssa’s eyes darkened. The dynamics between Sean and Tatiana seemed to have changed.
She wondered, “Could they have had¡ª”