CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: GO HOME AND SLEEP

Being in a relationship with her is low-key, hidden away, while with others, it’s ostentatious, their love heavily displayed.

There’s a saying that’s quite true: When someone is with the person they like, no matter the gender, they’re eager to let the whole world know about the happiness of being in love.

"Is it you?" Justin Holden passed by Leah Sutton and Leah watched as he walked towards Jean Ellison, stopping right in front of her.

Was he here to take her home or another woman, Leah was so furious she stomped her feet and chased after him, standing beside him, linking her arm with his.

"Lawyer Holden."

Jean Ellison greeted him, her eyes falling on their linked arms, a hint of dimness in her gaze.

Jesse broke free from his mother’s hand, ran up to him, and tugged on Justin Holden’s sleeve with his small hand, shaking it.

"Uncle Holden, can you play with Jesse? You haven’t finished the story of the three little bears from last time."

Before the man could respond, Jean Ellison stepped forward, pulling Jesse back to her side.

"It’s too late, your Uncle Holden is not available, Mommy will take you home and tell you a story, okay?"

Jesse pouted, looking a little unwilling.

Justin Holden looked at the mother and daughter in front of him, the darkness in his eyes surging. He felt his arm being held, and his hand in his pocket clenched reflexively.

He wanted to pull his arm away, after a few seconds, his movements unchanged, he spoke slowly.

"It’s indeed not convenient today."

His tone was low as he gazed at Jean Ellison’s face, his dark eyes seemingly trying to see right through into her heart.

He had warned himself not to do anything out of line again.

Jean Ellison and Jesse, they only had a work-related connection to him, nothing else, nothing more, nothing could be. Leah Sutton lifted the corners of her lips, raising her chin, and said, "Yes, Jesse, ask your Uncle Holden to tell you the story another day, tonight your Uncle Holden has other things to do."

Other things...

Jean Ellison’s heart sank, she felt like she was suffocating, the supermarket was too crowded, stifling her breath.

"I’ll take the child home first."

She held Jesse’s hand, pushed the shopping cart, and turned to leave.

Her back was very straight, her steps very quick.

Almost at the same time, Justin Holden took his hand out of his pocket, his arm naturally slipping away from Leah Sutton’s arm.

"I’ll pay for you, the car has been called."

He walked over to the wine cabinet, handing over a bank card.

Leah Sutton bought three bottles of red wine, each with an average price of over ten thousand. His face betrayed no emotion as he entered the password and swiped the card to pay.

When he turned to leave, Leah Sutton followed with the wine.

"If you don’t like me, why did you come, and why are you paying for me?"

This wine isn’t cheap.

"I don’t like making things too complicated, save your questions for Zoe Holden."

"I’m just buying on her behalf, as she intended."

Justin Holden’s tone was cold, his face stern, as he strode out of the supermarket.

He hadn’t expected to meet Jean Ellison and Jesse; his mind was completely preoccupied, and he had no interest in responding to Leah Sutton’s words.

"Where are you going?"

"Aren’t you going to personally take me home, don’t you have the gentlemanly demeanor from studying abroad?"

Leah Sutton shouted at his retreating figure, attracting the attention of many around, worried she might be recognized, her voice lowered.

"Going home to sleep."

Justin Holden didn’t turn to look at her, he just wanted to go back to rest, feeling a bit of a headache from the noise.

Thinking about the roommate who moved in was a woman, and she brought a child.

His headache worsened.

If he couldn’t adapt tonight, he planned to move to another house tomorrow morning, he had several vacant properties.

He didn’t trust Laura Shaw much, she hadn’t cured him in five years, not sure if this roommate plan would work this time.

Sovera.

Jean Ellison entered the password and opened the door.

The large living room was pitch black, the curtains covered half of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside, the buildings and neon lights flickered. She remembered pulling all the curtains before leaving.

Did the landlord return?

Jesse ran to the hallway, reaching out a small hand to touch the light switch on the wall.

Jean Ellison put down the heavy shopping bags and quickly walked over to pick her up, allowing her little hand to barely press the switch.

The living room instantly lit up, with the central air conditioning maintaining the room’s temperature at a comfortably optimal level.

She handed Jesse a packet of bear cookies, "Go sit on the sofa and play for a while, Mommy will put the groceries in the fridge."

Jesse obediently responded, struggling to climb onto the soft single sofa with both legs.

Her head leaned against the sofa, clutching the torn cookie bag in her hand.

Jean Ellison put the vegetables, fruits, and snacks into the fridge, carrying out the empty bags, tossing them into the trash can.

She saw Jesse lying on the sofa, her round little belly rising and falling steadily, asleep with the cookie bag she barely ate from falling on the carpet.

She walked over, picked up the cookie bag, and placed it on the coffee table, bending down to carry Jesse from the sofa.

Jesse, half-awake, murmured, "Mommy... three little bears."

She was still thinking about the unfinished story from Justin Holden even in her sleep. Simon Sterling comes every time to play with her and buys her a bunch of snacks and toys, yet she’s never missed him like this.

Is the story of the three little bears really that fascinating?

Jean Ellison carried her to a separate bedroom, the smallest room in the house, yet the single room was larger than the apartment she used to live in.

The curtains were changed during the day to pink with cartoon bunny patterns, giving a touch of tenderness and childishness to the cool-toned decor.

The wooden desk and bookcase only had a few foreign books, dusted spotless.

The walls were cold white, and the floor was light gray marble tiles, with just basic furniture, no extra decorations, not even a wall painting.

Jean Ellison felt the house didn’t seem lived in at all, the refrigerator had no ingredients, and the decor lacked any human touch.

Did the landlord come and go to take something?

The agent mentioned the owner is very busy at work, often not at home, and doesn’t care who the roommates are, as there’s no likely interaction anyway.

It seems he went back to working overtime.

Jean Ellison breathed a sigh of relief, quietly exiting Jesse’s bedroom, passing through the hallway, and pushing open the bathroom door.

The water roared, white mist rising, shrouding the half-closed glass door.

A woman’s silhouette, her figure graceful, waist-to-hip ratio naturally perfect, arms slender and long, legs straight and even, swan neck, right-angled shoulders, back straight and thin.

The door made a soft, beeping sound.

The living room was only illuminated by a warm yellow floor lamp, besides, only the bathroom’s overhead light was on, casting a whitening glow.

The man came in from outside, noticing the two pairs of shoes on the shoe cabinet, deep in thought.

Light brown low-heeled lambskin high heels, the heels worn down significantly, the leather surface polished cleanly.

Blue Mary Jane shoes with a Princess Elsa pattern on the top.