Ashley Hopper never thought about divorcing Bryant Robertson. Bryant Robertson was tall and well-built, and he didn’t smoke or drink. He was truly an exceptional man.
If she divorced Bryant Robertson, where would she find such a good man?
"Jenny, when have I ever thought about getting a divorce? Don’t talk nonsense." After saying this, she cautiously glanced at Bryant Robertson, worried he might misunderstand her.
"Sister, are you daft? Look at how he treats you! What’s there to live for with him? Just go ahead and divorce him, get this house, and then you can find yourself a handso husband just like that lady did..."
Ashley Hopper’s face flushed. "What are you talking about?"
Milton Hopper said, "Brother-in-law, I’m telling you, if you don’t let marry Samara, I’ll make my sister divorce you!"
As if one troublemaker wasn’t enough, another one appeared. Bryant Robertson no longer hesitated. "Fine, divorce! You can have this house!"
He strode away from the ho that had once been his, without a trace of lingering attachnt.
He wasn’t afraid of living in poverty. As long as the family was harmonious, there was nothing to fear, no matter how poor they were. What made life unbearable was a lack of unity; if people weren’t on the sa page, pulling in different directions, life would definitely not go well.
At first, he thought Ashley Hopper was capable and virtuous. Although she cared a little too much for her own family, it wasn’t a major flaw. He never imagined she would beco so muddleheaded because of her younger brother and sister.
Today, Sienna Johnson was furious, but she hadn’t lashed out, out of consideration for him. If he also couldn’t see things clearly, like Ashley Hopper, he would likely lose his sister for good.
"Marvin, don’t listen to their nonsense. I didn’t an anything else..."
...
"Marvin!"
But she couldn’t call Bryant Robertson back.
It was Ashley who had set her sights on Bryant Robertson first, using certain tactics to make him marry her. And now, things had co to this.
"You two, are you trying to drive to my death!" Ashley Hopper glared hatefully at her brother and sister.
Jenny, completely unaware of her mistake, continued to offer advice, "Sister, what are you afraid of? You’re pregnant with a son for the Robertson family now. I don’t believe they’ll abandon their Robertson family son.
Just wait and see, they’ll be begging you eventually."
n in Blackwood married primarily to carry on their family line, and sons were extrely important there.
A man could be without a wife, but not without a son.
Jenny was so certain of this that she acted without any fear of repercussions.
Milton Hopper, still fixated on Samara, seized the opportunity. "Jenny’s right. You’re carrying the Robertson family’s son. I refuse to believe they’d abandon their own son.
If they co begging you, threaten them with the son in your womb. If they don’t let Samara marry , you’ll abort the child."
"You... all of you, get out!"
"Sister..."
"Get out!"
The roads at night were difficult to travel. There were no streetlights here, and once evening fell, it was pitch black, with none of the beautiful dayti scenery visible.
Thankfully, a highway had been built in recent years, and the road surface was smooth. They just needed to drive slowly.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was oppressive.
What should have been a joyous wedding banquet had ended in such a ss, leaving everyone feeling upset.
"Stop looking so dejected, everyone. It’s not such a big deal. Don’t let a few people spoil your mood." Adrian Desmond, noticing their gloomy faces, tried to lighten the atmosphere.
Pauline Briggs sighed. "Poor Marvin, how did he end up with such a wife? That brother and sister are obviously not sensible. They’re bound to cause Marvin trouble in the future...
It’s said that a man should marry a virtuous wife, but the wife Marvin married, Ashley, is anything but virtuous."
Sienna Johnson laughed. "Well, to each their own. Wasn’t Dad also fond of soone like you?"
Pauline Briggs sighed. "If your father had married soone smarter and more capable, he wouldn’t have had to work so hard, and in the end..."
"There’s nothing to be done about it; Dad simply likes your type. You might feel it was unfair to him, but he was probably quite happy in his heart.
Mom, you’re beautiful. Dad got to see a beautiful woman every day, which naturally kept his spirits up. And you’re not one for scheming, so Dad wasn’t stressed being with you; he felt relaxed. I think Dad definitely ca out ahead marrying you."
Pauline Briggs also laughed. "How can you talk about your father like that? You make him sound like such a lecher."
"What man isn’t?" Sienna retorted, glancing aningfully at the man beside her.
Samara chid in, "That’s right, Dad loves Mom’s type! Mom is great—beautiful, gentle, and she cooks so many delicious dishes...
Dad made such a wise decision marrying Mom. Look how beautiful Sienna and I turned out! If Dad had married an ugly woman, wouldn’t Sienna and I have turned out ugly too?
I don’t want to be ugly!"
Pauline Briggs pinched her daughter’s nose and smiled. "You little rascal, even when you praise others, you can’t resist praising yourself too."
"I mainly wanted to say that Mom is a good woman."
Won like Pauline Briggs are innocent and kind-hearted, without a malicious bone in their bodies. If everyone around them is good, this type of personality doesn’t cause any problems. However, if they are surrounded by people with ulterior motives, like Sabrina Johnson, such a personality becos a terrible liability, making them easy to manipulate.
"Speaking of good won, your sister is truly one. She’s presentable in public, skilled in the kitchen, intelligent, and a capable helpmate." Pauline Briggs looked at her elder daughter with satisfaction.
...
"Adrian, your family’s ancestral fortune must be truly remarkable for you to have married our Sienna."
Adrian Desmond laughed. "Are you two engaging in a mutual admiration society now?"
Samara asked, "Brother-in-law, are you saying my sister Sienna isn’t smart, beautiful, and capable?"
Truly, one takes on the color of one’s company, Adrian Desmond thought. Even a sweet, innocent child like Samara has learned to set traps for . He glanced at Sienna Johnson, who was smiling at him, awaiting his response.
In fact, Adrian wanted to say that his wife was an all-around talent: presentable in public, skilled in the kitchen, and absolutely incredible in bed.
She was even more satisfying in bed; her uninhibited passion often left him breathless and struggling to keep up.
"Yes, your sister is a perfect woman!"
"Such flattery."
They arrived ho very late. Sienna Johnson had slept in the car the entire way, so she wasn’t particularly tired. After her bath, she was in bed, flipping through a magazine, when Adrian Desmond erged from his own shower, a bath towel wrapped around his waist, looking utterly enticing.
"What are you looking at?" She didn’t even spare a glance for him, a handso man fresh from his bath.
Sienna Johnson looked up at Adrian Desmond. Her gaze lingered, making his skin tingle with anticipation. He walked over, intending to ’engage’ with this wonderfully versatile woman, but just as he was about to, Sienna suddenly asked,
"Adrian..."
At that mont, Adrian was contemplating just how to ’savor’ her, where to begin his exploration. Without even looking up, he replied distractedly, "Hmm?"
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