After speaking, Ian Shelby deliberately observed her expression and saw the sadness that followed her surprise.
Ian wished Mia Lane happiness.
So he would find a way to make Monica Usher give up, not wanting her to beco the third party between them.
Monica Usher and Justin Kingston were once recognized as a perfect pair by everyone.
"CEO Kingston may appear indifferent to won, but he’s actually a man of great feelings and loyalty," Ian praised with a smile, "I didn’t understand him before, but now my opinion of him has completely changed."
Monica Usher asked, "Is Mia Lane sick?" She tilted her head and downed the glass of wine in one go.
"No, she’s doing well," Ian continued to fabricate, "Having two children makes one worry about her health, but after six years, she has recovered quite well. CEO Kingston just worries, so he insists I take the ti to give her a comprehensive check-up."
For Justin Kingston to care about a woman so much was unprecedented, and Monica Usher’s heart felt a bit cold.
She poured herself another glass of wine and then downed it in one go.
"A woman who can have two children with him, he should spend the rest of his life making it up to her," Ian assessed, his voice gentle, "I’m finally not worried about him growing old alone."
"I doubt it," Monica Usher’s eyes showed a trace of disdain, "Can Mia Lane reach his level? Do you really think they can last? The gap in their status is so wide, it’s hard to be spiritually compatible."
"Do you know Mia Lane?" Ian was a bit displeased, but he didn’t show it. He said, "You should trust CEO Kingston’s judgnt."
Yet Monica Usher remained convinced that they were bound together only because of the children.
Another possibility was that he was doing it to oppose Mrs. Kingston.
In the Lamborghini heading back to Erald Cove, Justin Kingston looked out at the night, feeling more heartache for her over the last seven years than shock at her pharmacist identity.
How many nights had she also felt helpless and despairing?
Taking care of children is an exhausting task.
His intuition was right; Mia Lane was not a simple woman...
The Lamborghini drove into the yard, and Butler Shelby, who had been holding a coat and waiting at the living room door, hurried to welco him.
After Justin Kingston got out of the car, Butler Shelby put the coat on him, "Mr. Kingston, madam personally cooked for you this afternoon and prepared a table full of dishes."
The man paused his steps slightly, turned his eyes to the butler, "..."
"But since you didn’t co back, they have already eaten and gone upstairs."
"Why didn’t you give a call?"
"Madam didn’t allow it."
After entering the living room, Justin Kingston went straight to the dining room. Mrs. Zhang brought out the leftovers from the microwave and got him chopsticks.
"Mr. Kingston, these were personally made by madam, she was busy all afternoon, please try so."
"Mm."
He sat down on the white dining chair and took the chopsticks.
Although they were just simple ho-cooked dishes, they were colorful, aromatic, and flavorful, very appetizing to him.
He ate a couple of bites and didn’t feel any nausea, so he ate with ease.
It had been a long ti since Justin Kingston ate so comfortably. He had two bowls of rice and finished all the leftover dishes on the plate.
Butler Shelby was very gratified, but thinking about madam’s agreent, he felt especially pained for Mr. Kingston.
Before he went upstairs, the butler thought over it and still stopped him, "Mr. Kingston."
Justin Kingston stopped, seeing his hesitation, "Speak if you have sothing to say."
"Madam asked to print an agreent for her today, she’s waiting for you to co back and sign it."
"..."
Was she going to leave? Divorce?
Justin Kingston was silent for a mont, then softly spoke, "I understand."
Watching the figure going upstairs, Butler Shelby sighed lightly.
Outside the living room on the second floor.
When Justin Kingston went upstairs, he imdiately saw the woman lounging on the sofa by the window, with her legs crossed.
Their eyes t, and it was clear she was waiting for him.
Justin Kingston walked in further, and Mia Lane’s lips gently lifted.
He saw two agreents and a pen on the coffee table.
"I’ve thought it over, I agree to treat your mother’s burn," Mia Lane looked at his cold aristocratic face, "But you must sign this agreent."
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