Chapter 122: Chapter 122

"Hot..." She wanted to push him away, but Jacob Green wouldn’t allow it, "I’ll turn the air conditioning down a bit."

Lucy Eaton saw it had gotten a little brighter outside, and she was no longer sleepy, "It feels so good to have a dreamless night."

"I dreamed all night long."

"Hmm? What did you dream about?"

This was the second time he’d said he dreamed of her.

"I dreamed you came home at dawn. I asked where you’d been, your face was pale, looking ill. You didn’t reply, didn’t even glance at me, just went straight to the guest room. I stayed in the living room for quite a while, walked quietly to the door, heard you crying. Last time I dreamed you cried, this time too, you were crying. I wanted to knock on the door but didn’t."

Lucy Eaton’s face leaned against his shoulder, "Dreams are the opposite of reality."

"You don’t know how relieved I felt waking up seeing you lying beside me."

She didn’t speak, her thoughts drawn into the dream he spoke of.

In his dream, the fragment was a real scene from their lives.

That day she lost the child, sat by the lake for a long time, and only regained her senses when it was dusk, then went to James Foster’s place.

James Foster knew she had a miscarriage, laid her on the bed, cooked for her, and even looked up post-miscarriage care tips online.

Knowing she was in a bad mood, James Foster tried various ways to cheer her up, even succeeded in getting her to sleep.

When she woke up, it was already one in the morning, James Foster was asleep on the sofa.

She covered James Foster with a blanket, left a note before returning to Blossom Haven.

Unexpectedly, Jacob Green was still awake, the big TV in the living room playing a newly released movie, clearly, he’d stayed up late watching it.

He never showed her a good face, even when asking where she’d been, his expression was indifferent. She didn’t bother to reply, went to the guest room.

She cried through the second half of the night, only told him the next morning that the child was gone.

Lucy Eaton still remembered his reaction upon hearing the child was gone, first stunned, silent for over ten seconds, then he laughed, "Lucy Eaton, what are we to do now? Your bargaining chip is gone. Your eyes are swollen, you must’ve cried a lot last night. Crying is useless, the child is gone, no matter what you do, I won’t touch you again."

Recalling his words, thinking about this moment, Lucy Eaton’s mind could only muster three words: Ha, men.

How much she wanted to tell the man beside her: Jacob Green, do you realize you’ve slapped your own face swollen?

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

"What kind of person do you think you are in the dream?"

"Someone with schizophrenia."

This answer surprised Lucy Eaton, "Why do you say that about yourself?"

"Came home so late, clearly worried about you, but when I saw you, couldn’t say a single caring word, just asked coldly where you’d been."

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The Jacob Green from the past?

"I don’t believe it."

"The you in the dream couldn’t possibly be worried about me, only the you now would."

Jacob Green was certain, "If I weren’t worried, why did I repeatedly have Nathaniel Green check on you? Stayed up until midnight, waited to see you come back before sleeping?"

Lucy Eaton’s eyes showed disbelief, if he hadn’t said it, she wouldn’t have thought of this.

"You did that in the dream?"

"That’s why I suspect the me in the dream has schizophrenia."

Lucy Eaton fell silent, she didn’t believe the Jacob Green of the past liked her after spending a long time together.

After all, she was his wife, if she disappeared, he still had a responsibility.

If he truly liked her, why did he target her so directly after Stellan Quinn was stabbed to death, throwing her into the dungeon without any explanation?

He never trusted her.

How could he talk about liking?

"I’m going to get up."

"It’s still early, sleep a bit more."

"No, I can’t sleep anymore." She placed her feet on the carpet, went to the cloakroom to choose an outfit.

Finally chose a white U-neck high-waisted A-line dress.

Light purple high heels.

Then she put on exquisite makeup, went downstairs with Jacob Green, Nathaniel Green handed over the morning paper, "Master’s marriage news has been leaked."

Lucy Eaton took it, read every word of the newspaper content, then glanced at Nathaniel Green with a half-smile, "Who leaked it?"

Nathaniel Green glanced at Jacob Green behind her, replied, "I don’t know."

"Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?" Lucy Eaton looked at him meaningfully, "Wasn’t it your master who instructed you to deliberately leak the news?"

Nathaniel Green’s face changed, he coughed into his hand, "Master, I did my best, Young Madam is too smart, I have work to attend to, farewell."

He turned briskly and left, running faster than a rabbit.

Lucy Eaton turned to meet Jacob Green’s gaze, "If you deliberately leaked the news, why hide it from me?"

"I feared you’d be unhappy."

"Why would I be unhappy? Didn’t the article refrain from mentioning my name at all? Only announced the fact you registered the marriage, I think it’s appropriate, openly declaring your married status saves others from coveting, though some women won’t care if you’re married and still pursue you, at least it’ll stop a portion of them."

Lucy Eaton sat at the dining table with the newspaper, flipping it over, "Didn’t expect the eight troublemakers at the hospital to be cult followers, no wonder they were so audacious, killed someone and didn’t leave, thinking their beliefs could keep them safe?"

"These garbage with brains full of water will meet their end, this incident will prompt a crackdown in the country."

"It should be." Lucy Eaton placed the newspaper down, just about to eat when her phone rang.

She reached over another chair, placed the bag on her lap, and looked at the caller ID, Grace Hughes.

She hadn’t contacted her for a while.

Today she made this call, her intentions were obvious.

"Grace Hughes is calling." She pressed answer, "Hello."

"I saw the news today, it says... Jacob Green registered marriage, described with certainty, is it true?"

"It’s true." Lucy Eaton confirmed, "He registered the marriage."

The phone was silent for two seconds, "Why was nothing about the bride disclosed?"

Lucy Eaton smiled, "I heard from Nathaniel Green, it’s Mr. Green protecting Mrs. Green, not wanting the public to have a negative perception of her."

Grace Hughes’ voice changed, "Is that so? He really treasures that woman, huh."

"Isn’t it so? I even saw them kissing in public this morning."

Grace Hughes was provoked into indignation but had to suppress her discomfort, "Really curious, what kind of woman caught Jacob Green’s eye."