Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Before Paige Sterling could say anything, Julian Hawthorne had already pulled her in.

Simon Hawthorne and Sonny Chambers exchanged a glance and then, moving in unison, dashed to the doorway of the master bedroom.

Julian hadn’t completely shut the door, and the two peered inside through a crack, just in time to see Julian press Paige against the wall.

Simon quickly covered Sonny’s eyes.

"Not suitable for children... not suitable for children..."

Sonny pried his hand off, saying, "I’ve seen too much that’s not suitable for children by now..."

Simon was speechless, "..."

Julian kissed Paige, smudging not only her lipstick but also his own mouth.

Paige glared at him, "What are you doing?"

Julian, both domineering and awkward, said, "You’re not allowed to like things others give you."

This man was being unreasonable and domineering again.

Paige deliberately went against him, "Why can’t I like things that touch my heart?"

Julian asked, "Then the things I’ve given you have never touched your heart?"

Paige was at a loss, "...", this was a critically important multiple-choice question.

If she told the truth, she might hurt Mr. Hawthorne’s fragile ego, possibly making him sulk for days.

But if she didn’t tell the truth, Mr. Hawthorne might continue to act crazy.

Paige thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I like what you give me too."

Julian took advantage and said, "Then you’re only allowed to like what I give you!"

Paige went along, "Yes, yes, only like what you give, I won’t like what others give in the future, satisfied?"

Julian raised his hand to wipe her lips.

Her lips were soft, and touching them felt very nice; Julian couldn’t get enough of it.

"Throw away everything others have given you."

"Thrown, thrown, I’ll throw them away right now!"

Simon, still secretly criticizing his brother for being different, took this opportunity to push Julian aside to look at the bedroom door.

Then Simon and Sonny, both leaning against the door, lost their support and tumbled inside, rolling to Paige’s feet.

Paige looked at them coldly, "What are you doing?"

Simon and Sonny let out awkward laughs.

Paige, "Sonny, have you finished your homework?"

"No!", Sonny immediately got up, "I’ll go do it right now!"

Simon also nonchalantly got up, "Sis-in-law."

Paige glanced inside the room, coughed, and said coldly to Simon, "Take back what you brought, quickly."

Simon confirmed once, "Sis-in-law, do you really want me to take it back?"

"Hurry and take it away."

"Then I’ll take it, huh."

After speaking, Simon quickly scooped up the pile of things and left, afraid Julian would come after him.

Simon took the secret formula and ran back to offer it to the Old Master.

The Old Master, wearing reading glasses, examined it carefully, "Was this written by Paige Sterling?" Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥

Simon rubbed his nose, "Yes, actually, the hair growth balm was made by my sister-in-law.

The Old Master showed a knowing expression as if he had always known.

Then he folded the secret formula and put it in his own pocket.

Simon protested, "Grandpa? That’s mine!"

"This is a family heirloom your sister-in-law gave you, and since you’re so forgetful, I’ll keep it for you."

Simon was speechless, "..."

But it didn’t make much difference whether he had it or his grandpa did.

The grandfather-grandson duo was filled with curiosity about the formula and began their daily routine of tinkering with the hair growth balm at home.

In the end, the product they made was bizarrely odd.

Simon said to the Old Master, "Why don’t I ask my sister-in-law?"

The Old Master said, "Don’t bother your sister-in-law, she’s busy, let’s ponder it by ourselves."

The Old Master thought, if they kept bothering Paige about this, Julian would likely have objections.

Simon nodded, "Let’s try again then."

They didn’t know how many attempts they made, but eventually, the grandfather-grandson duo finally managed to whip up the hair growth balm.

And the old butler personally tested it.

It indeed differed from what they used before, and the effect was very noticeable.

This could now be reported with confidence, and the Old Master sighed with relief, finally able to boast not only about his grandson but also his granddaughter-in-law.

However, thinking of Julian’s mother, he felt it might be too early to brag, as it could cause trouble for Paige.

It’s better to wait a bit longer.

Until the young couple’s relationship is stable and they have the determination to face difficulties and setbacks together, only then would it be suitable.

After a period of commuting by himself, Sonny no longer needed to be picked up or dropped off.

But every time he went to and from school, Paige would track his location until she was sure he was home safely.

In her view, a boy’s upright spirit should be cultivated from a young age; dotting too much would only harm the child.

On this day, Paige was quite busy, and by the time she left the lab, Sonny had been out of school for quite a while.

At this time, Sonny should have been home doing his homework.

But when Paige checked the location, she found that Sonny was not at home but in the suburbs.

Paige’s expression changed immediately.

Her phone rang just then.

Paige answered, and Helen Hale’s sweet yet sinister voice came through.

"Miss Sterling, your brother is with me now."

Paige asked coldly, "Helen Hale, what do you want to do?"

Paige thought Helen would stay out of her way from now on, but she underestimated Helen’s ability to cause trouble.

Helen laughed cunningly, "Don’t worry, I just want to have a little chat with you."

She said, "I want to talk with you alone, want you to come over by yourself, and don’t call the police or contact Julian Hawthorne. My bodyguards will pick you up, just follow them, remember, alone, or I can’t guarantee I won’t do something crazy."

With that, Helen hung up the phone.

A car drove up and stopped in front of her, and several bodyguards got out.

"Miss Sterling, please."

They expected Paige to be somewhat afraid and hesitant, and were ready to tie her up if needed.

To their surprise, Paige got into the car without hesitation.

The bodyguards were dumbfounded, "..."

So cooperative, the ropes they prepared were useless.

The car was a seven-seater, with a driver and five bodyguards.

Seeing Paige being cooperative, they didn’t pay her much attention; some even started to doze off.

Yet, at this moment, a sudden exclamation broke the silence in the car, "Three of diamonds, can’t beat it."

The bodyguards looked around at each other, then at Paige as if they had seen a ghost.

Because Paige was playing a card game on her phone.

Being held hostage, shouldn’t she be panicked and upset at this time?

What the heck, she’s in the mood to play cards?

Is this a display of disdain towards them?