Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Time passes silently day by day, in the blink of an eye is a month and a half time, is about to usher in the fiftieth anniversary of the establishment of the Jones Group anniversary celebration.

All eyes were on them, and all people were rejoicing.

Elena Lawrence and Ilya’s tummies were getting bigger and bigger with each passing day, and their slightly bulging bellies signaled the arrival of a new baby.

As night fell, the anniversary celebration was held at 7pm, with Bamut Jones summarizing the group’s past achievements, followed by a drink and a chance to meet business associates.

Unseen by anyone, Francesca Jones, who had disappeared for a few days, secretly appeared at the event and took Ilya, who had been invited, away without anyone noticing.

Francesca Jones took Ilya to a hidden corner, surrounded by bushes and forests, so that no one would be able to detect their presence in the area.

Ilya just let him pull her along without resisting, her eyes falling on him with love and affection.

After a month and a half of not hearing from this man, thoughts had already flooded into her heart like a tidal wave, but there was just no way to vent them.

“Ilya, I miss you so much, and our baby.” Francesca Jones took her in her arms as soon as she could, their breaths intertwining in the hushed air.

Ilya didn’t say a word and remained silent, only the constant shaking of her shoulders briefly revealing the excitement within her at the moment.

Facing the person she hadn’t heard from in a month and a half, every day was like a year for her, and sometimes she missed this person in her dreams.

With every breath of air, she fantasized that the other person was by her side.

Now that this person was actually back, she didn’t know what to say instead.

Francesca Jones hugged her tightly, a tight distance, as if she wanted to incorporate the other person into her bones and blood.

The treetops whisked and a ripple rippled across the lake as a couple suffering from lovesickness clung to each other, confiding in each other’s separation through time.

“Ilya, come with me, come home with me, I can’t put you in that danger anymore.” It was a long time before Francesca Jones took the initiative to end the embrace, his tone extremely deep.

The thought of his wife and children in the great purgatory that was THE Nancy family and Moren Howard was not something he could fully let go of.

During the month and a half of treatment and rehab in a closed hospital abroad, he was constantly worried about his wife and children, fearing that they might be damaged in some way.

Now that he had managed to come back after eliminating all difficulties, he must create the best environment for his wife and children to survive, instead of letting them survive in a dangerous place.

At those words, Ilya raised her eyes to look at him, still hesitant and uncertain in her heart.

Admittedly, it was unsafe to stay at her own father’s side these days, but it was the one thing she could do to help Francesca Jones.

She would have to lurk around her father and Moren Howard to gain information that would be beneficial to Francesca Jones, and also to avert any more lurking crises for Francesca Jones.

“I’m sorry, I can’t promise you that, I don’t want to leave my father.” Ilya spoke against her will, her eyes fluttering and avoiding looking at anyone.

“Are you sure?” Francesca Jones asked back, unusually calm.

He was sure that Ilya was too smart to be unaware of the dangers of staying with the Nancy family, and there was only one possibility.

That is, Ilya would be working undercover for him.

In the face of Francesca Jones’ rhetorical question, Ilya calmed her mind and spoke again, “I’m sure.” Voice clear, eyes firm.

“I don’t agree, I’m your man. You can’t go back if I don’t agree, you should go with me wherever I am.” Francesca Jones balked at the other man’s decision.

He was a man of the world and should be covering for his wife and children, not having to have the other man protect them.

And he would never allow that to happen.

“Why are you being so bossy.” Ilya glared slightly at the man, but her heart was sweeter than honey, filling with warmth at her chest.

“I’m just so bossy, and whether you agree or not, I want you by my side, and our child.” Francesca Jones tightened her arms around the other woman, her eyes gentle.

Ilya pondered for a moment, facing the firm lines of the other’s face, and nodded resolutely, “Yes, I’ll go with you.”

No matter when or where, there was always no way she could refuse Francesca Jones’ request, she loved this man to the bone, and it had been engraved in her mind for a long time.

After a few more moments of lingering here, the two of them returned to their cozy little apartment together, avoiding the eyes and ears of the Nancy family and the eyes and ears sent out by Moren Howard.

The interior was pitch black and Ilya asked, “Why aren’t the lights on?”

Instead of answering the question, Francesca Jones covered the other woman’s eyes with her hand.

“Go forward, don’t be afraid, I’ll stay with you.” The voice was extraordinarily gentle, leading the way forward one step at a time.

The moment she opened her eyes, she only felt that the happiest smile of her life was to be used at this moment.

In this instant, she only felt happy to the extreme.

In front of her eyes was a small, small red candle in the shape of a heart, carefully counted, enough to encircle nine heart shapes, the outermost heart contains the inner eight heart shapes.

It was clear that Francesca Jones had put her heart into it.

“Nine, I hope our relationship is long-lasting, but also represents our family of three to be together for a long time.” Francesca Jones looked at a candlelight dinner in front of him that he had carefully designed and spoke seriously.

In this life, he had already decided that Ilya was the woman, and he would not let go of her.

“Yes, we will be together for a long time.” Ilya nodded, her eyes already containing hot tears.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Francesca Jones was emotionally introspective and she never expected the other woman to prepare such a big surprise for her.

“I’ve been back since this morning, and I’ve done every little design here, and this meal myself, without letting anyone else interfere. I love you, so I wanted to give you the best.”

“I love you, not because you’re pregnant with our child, but because I love you Ilya as a person.”

“I owe you an apology for making it so exhausting for you to stay by my side before, for embarrassing the most important wedding of your life, and for showing up again so late.”

After Francesca Jones finished these words from the bottom of her heart, she was so moved that she couldn’t help but hold up the other party’s face and kissed her on her pink lips.

There was no depth, just a shallow stay on the outer circle.

Even with this shallow attack, it also made the delicate skin on Ilya’s lips red and swollen a little bit, and looked even more moving.

The kiss ended and a few more minutes passed.

“Francesca Jones, let’s not talk about anything else today, just the two of us, okay?” Ilya said.

She wanted to be capricious and leave behind all the nuisances of the outside world and have a long overdue two-person world just for the two of them.

Francesca Jones answered “yes” and then poured red wine for her with elegant movements.

“Your honor, please enjoy this loving dinner I prepared for you. But you’re pregnant and can’t drink alcohol, so I’ll use warm lemonade instead.”

He was very considerate, pregnant people can’t drink alcohol and also love acid, and did a good job of controlling the temperature of the water.

A man who can be careful for a woman to this extent, it is clear that it is sincere.

After a month and a half of separation, the two sat again in the same room, the same table, looking at each other with affection.

This time, both of them already understand each other’s true heart, no more suspicion.