It wasn’t long before Dr. Linnard arrived. He managed to remove the fishbone from my throat in no time. “Fortunately, it was stuck in your pharynx. It’s going to be disastrous if such a large fishbone caused any damage to other parts of your throat.”
I was relieved when the fishbone was finally removed, but I had lost appetite for the fish stew.
Seeing my subtle act of pushing the fish stew aside, Anthony shook his head in amusement.
After Dr. Linnard left, he took a seat beside me and then handed me another bowl of fish stew. “Have some more of it.”
“I’m not hungry!” With that, I beat a hasty retreat to the study upstairs.
Half an hour had passed when Anthony finally came to the study, bringing me dessert.
Seeing me flipping through a book absentmindedly, he brought a spoonful of dessert close to my mouth, asking, “Are you mad?”
Ignoring his question, I pursed my lips to shun away from the dessert, making it clear that there was no use cozying up to me.
Surprisingly, he was mild-tempered and patient, placing the dessert on the table before picking me up from the swinging chair in a bridal carry. He sat on an armchair, propping me on his thighs. Then, he took a folder out of the drawer, handing it over to me. “Take a look at this.”
Pouting my lips, I rejected petulantly, “I don’t want to.”
“When have you become so childish?” He shook his head resignedly.
Rolling my eyes at him, I took the folder from him and opened it. I was stunned the moment I saw what was inside.
“What are you…” I was at a loss for words.
“These are all yours now.” With a faint smile, he explained, “You have access to Featherstone Corporation’s net income with these credit cards. These are basically all my assets.”
In my befuddled state, I flipped through the documents in the folder. It turned out they were all conveyance documents of properties and stores. “Why are all of them under my name?” I had no memories of purchasing all these properties.
“These are all of my properties in the country, and some of them are overseas. A few days ago, I instructed Joseph to transfer ownership to you.”
“But why?” Why are you suddenly transferring their ownership rights to me?
“To provide for you and our child!” He said, smiling widely.
Pursing my lips, I returned it to him and said, “I don’t need money. Grandpa left quite a lot of money to me and I’ve saved up over these few years of working in Featherstone Corporation. I don’t have much to spend on, so I don’t need it!”
He paid for most of my living expenses, such as food, accommodation and transport. Furthermore, as I was not in the habit of shopping nor did I have sudden impulses to buy things, I rarely spent any money.
When I stuffed the file back to him, he frowned. “You don’t want to spend my money? Or are you just unwilling to?”
I was rendered speechless. Is there even a difference between these two questions?
Looking at him, I replied, “None of the above. I don’t really spend money that frequently. Aren’t you planning to expand your business? Just use these funds for it. It’ll be useless to leave them with me.”
He frowned unhappily. Just when he was about to say something, his phone rang.
I got up from his lap. When he picked up the call, I realized that it was from Jared.
“What’s up, Jared?”
After placing the file back in the drawer, I left the study room instead of listening in to their conversation.
A short while later, Anthony hurriedly rushed out. It seemed like he needed to attend to something urgent.
As Molly and Mrs. Eriksen refused to let me leave the house, I baked some pastries with them out of boredom.
When the doorbell rang, Mrs. Eriksen was rushing to take the pastries out of the oven and Molly’s hands were still covered with flour.
As I was the only one idling around, I walked to the living room and opened the door. I was taken aback when I saw Marcus standing there.
Why did he come here?
“Hello, Mr. White!” I greeted him with a smile.
He raised his eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Of course I am! Please come in.” I led him into the living room.
As Mrs. Eriksen and Molly did not know him, they merely greeted him politely.
We sat down opposite each other in the living room.
Feeling confused, I could not help but ask, “Why are you here, Mr. White?”
Instead of answering immediately, he passed a box to me before explaining, “Your phone was damaged after you dropped into the pond. I took out the SIM card and inserted it into a new phone.”
I was stunned. Suddenly, I recalled how he followed me last night just to return my phone to me.
However, I…
At that thought, I could not help but blush and apologize, “I’m really sorry about what happened last night. I assumed that you were… I’m sorry!”
He raised his eyebrows. “What did you assume?”
After a slight pause, he smirked. “That I want to take advantage of you?”
I quickly shook my head and denied, “It’s not that.” How could a handsome man like him possibly be interested in a pregnant woman like me?
I thought that he resented me and Anthony because of what happened to Sally, so…
Mrs. Eriksen laid the pastries out and said, “Letty, I’ll accompany you to the office later and bring some pastries to Mr. Anthony. If he knows that you baked them yourself, he’ll definitely be very happy.”
I smiled and did not respond. After all, I did not bake those pastries on my own—at the very most, I merely helped out.
She merely said that because she wanted my relationship with Anthony to improve.
Hence, I did not say anything else.
Marcus glanced at Mrs. Eriksen and asked, “Can I take some home?”
I gaped in shock.
He did seem like someone who likes to eat pastries. I had visited the White family twice and the chefs there were all extremely skilled. Yet, I had never seen him eat any pastries. Why…
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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