Mysterious Little Wife novel Chapter 46

"I'm so sorry, Auntie." Lacey quickly pulled out a paper towel and was about to wipe the table. 

The servant, on the other hand, was quick on the draw and wiped the table before she did. 

Lacey flinched slightly at such a servant and couldn't help but be impressed. What a breakneck speed! 

"What happened? Did you choke?" Tilly sat next to Lacey and patted her back gently. 

Lacey tensed up. Indeed, she could be ruthless and cold. 

Yet, even though she knew it wasn't for her, she felt uncomfortable in the presence of such "care." 

"I accidentally drank too fast." Lacey, still in her hospital gown, seemed a little pale.

"Silly child, look at you. Why are you in such a hurry? If you like black tea, I'll bring you some back." Tilly grew to like Lacey the more she looked at her. Her tone of voice even sounded soft. 

Lacey lowered her head and held the expensive cup of tea uneasily in her hand. She seemed a little overwhelmed. 

"Lillianna, Sam is 27 years old. He is not getting any younger. When Sam was his father's age, he could already walk!" Tilly smiled and went on to say, "Since you're both engaged, why don't you give me grandchildren soon?"

Lacey smiled awkwardly as the corner of her lips twitched. 

"What are you smiling at? Don't you think I'm right?" 

Tilly assumed Lacey was shy since she kept her head down and didn't speak. 

She then looked at her son, only to find that he was smiling. Tilly was perplexed by Sam's smile. It was as though he was watching a show. 

"Yes, mom, what you said makes sense." Sam nodded as if Tilly were an empress, and he was willing to follow her instructions.

Tilly was pleased with his answer. She then reached for Lacey's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'll talk to Sam's father about setting a wedding date. I'll let you know soon. Hence, don't stress about anything else but getting ready to get pregnant."

"Cough, cough." Awkward, Lacey slowly withdrew her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Auntie, I don't feel well in my stomach. I need a rest." 

She could go berserk at any moment.

Conversations like this nearly break her down. 

"Oh, my goodness, look at how forgetful I am. I was so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot you were still sick. Sam, bring Lillianna to her room so she can rest." Tilly instructed as she looked to her son.

"It's okay, Auntie!" Lacey abruptly rose from her seat. 

"What do you mean?" Tilly couldn't help but frown, a little upset with Lacey's reaction. 

Lacey's eyes flickered. Her right hand shook as it gripped the cup, while her left gripped her trousers. She was nervous.

"Auntie, it's just that we're not married after all, and I don't think it's appropriate for us to live together—" Lacey tried to explain.

"Don't tell me you haven't slept together?" Tilly interrupted Lacey and stood up. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. 

Lacey was startled.

"Sam, what's going on? Haven't you two slept together yet?" Tilly frowned at her son.

Sam kept silent, but an unfathomable smile flashed in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and gave Tilly a thoughtful look.

Gradually, Tilly's face turned cold. 

She looked Lillianna in the eyes and said, "Lillianna, we live in a modern area now. Are you both old-fashioned-minded?"

Lacey bit her lower lip. How should she respond to this question? 

"Lillianna, since you're engaged, that means you two are now one. What are you waiting for? Unless you've already lost your first time!" Tilly got right to the point, and her tone was particularly dissatisfied.

"He's the one who took my first time!" Lacey rushed to blurt out. 

The atmosphere fell into silence. 

Damn it, what was she talking about? 

Tilly turned to her son and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" she asked.

Eyes twinkled with a bright smile, Sam replied, "It certainly is!" 

He emphasized the sentence in a slow tone. 

Lacey lowered her head, and her ears were burning hot. What was this man trying to do?

Tilly shifted her gaze from Sam to Lacey. Grinning, she said, "That's great. We're all grown-ups, so there's nothing to be ashamed of. Sam, what are you waiting for? Take her to the room!"

She pushed her son.

Sam smiled as he approached Lacey and took her by the shoulders. "Aren't you exhausted? Let's go to your room and get some rest." 

Lacey cocked her head in his direction. Her eyes were red with rage, but she couldn't let it out. 

She had no choice but to follow him upstairs. 

"Aunt Paige," Tilly called out after the two disappeared.

"Yes, ma'am!" Aunt Paige rushed over and asked, "what can I do for you?" 

Tilly whispered in her ear. Aunt Paige paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'll arrange it right away." 

"Have you gone mad?" Lacey pushed his hand away as soon as she entered the room and locked the door. 

Sam remained silent. He moved to the couch after switching on the light.

The moment Lacey turned to look at him, she was stunned.

What a huge— 

Bedroom! 

There was so much space! 

Despite this, she was merely in the living area of the room! 

Lacey frowned even more. This must be the difference between the rich and the poor. 

Even Lillianna's room seemed small in comparison to this place. 

The world of the wealthy was, as expected, very different! 

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room. 

Lacey looked at Sam with alarm. Who could it be?

"Who is it?" Sam asked. 

"Young Master, Mrs. Garrison wants you to come out." Aunt Paige's voice came through the door.

Sam raised his eyebrows slightly. He stood up and walked over to the door. 

"Young Master, Mrs. Garrison has asked you both to come out," Auntie Paige said.

Lacey became nervous at this point. What was his mother up to this time? 

......

"I'll sleep on the carpet then—" Lacey stammered.

They were now in a smaller room than the one they had just left, with no sofas. 

There was only one bed in this room, and it could barely fit an adult person.

Luckily, there was a large soft carpet.

Moreover, the Garrison's house was well-heated. It wasn't cold at all. 

She could settle down for the night. 

Just as Lacey was about to walk in Sam's direction, the man unexpectedly reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. 

Then, he pulled her over. 

With a roll, he fell on top of her. 

Lacey froze and raised her hand about to slap him.

Sam, however, was quick to grab her hand. He whispered, "Shh." 

Only did he let go of her hand and turn to face the door.

Lacey gradually propped herself up. She could see a figure standing in the doorway in the light. 

Someone was eavesdropping! 

Lacey frowned as she looked at Sam in disbelief. 

How could any servant dare to eavesdrop in the Garrison house? 

Sam was silent for a while. Then he lowered his voice helplessly and said, "It seems my mother doesn't believe in our relationship." 

Lacey bit her lip hard, and a sneer flashed across her face. "How lame! Get up!" 

Who earth would do such a thing? 

Sam remained motionless. 

His raspy voice sounded ambiguous as he whispered in her ear. "Now that we've made a show of it, why don't we just do it to the end?"

Lacey's eyes widened in shock, and her face turned stiff. "What did you say?"

Sharp-eyed, Sam pinched her chin. "You tricked me. Do you think I'll let you get away from me so easily? Lacey, are you that innocent?" He said, hoarsely, with a cold smile. 

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Lacey began to struggle. 

"Then what do you mean I took your first time?" Sam asked, staring at Lacey in the eye. 

Lacey paused her struggle and turned to face the unpredictable man. "Did you plan everything since we were in the hospital? Are you trying to bully me now?" 

"Plan?" Sam smirked. "Wasn't it you who started the show?" 

Lacey realized something was wrong at this point. She struggled with her hands and feet.

Sam grabbed her hands with one hand while grabbing her waist with the other and pressed her under the covers. 

The next thing she knew, his lips, faintly tasting of tobacco, were covering hers. A hot, wet tongue pried open her teeth and went right in while she was stunned.