Deep Love Hidden From Him novel Chapter 97

Schools in Ocpeace City reopened in succession at the end of August.

Christopher's mother could no longer keep Alastair and Adrienne at the Meyer family home as the siblings had to attend school. Everleigh went to take the children back two days before school reopened.

Vanessa was reluctant to part with them. She took a bunch of things and filled Everleigh's car trunk. Finally, before Everleigh left, she complained, "It's not right for Christopher to let you pick up the children alone. He actually did this?"

Everleigh explained on his behalf, "He has operations in the afternoon and his schedule is quite packed. He has additional shifts at night too."

Vanessa took her hand and said, "You are just too considerate and take care of things all by yourself. How can you speak up for him?"

"I'm not; I'm just telling the truth."

"By the way, you two are now living in the house in Yoreast Hills Garden, right?"

"Yes," Everleigh nodded, feeling sheepish, "I haven't met Felicia too. I've yet to thank her."

"What's there to thank when we're family? I just feel that the house at Yoreast Hills Garden is a little small, and the interior is quite old too. You live there first, then you should move to another house after the renovation over there is completed."

In a few casual words, another house would be given to her once again. Moreover, Vanessa would definitely be more generous than Christopher's sister, Felicia. Everleigh felt lightheaded and speechless at the thought.

When you received a gift from someone, it was as if you would owe them a favor. How could she just go with whatever Vanessa wished?

On the way back, Everleigh asked the two children about how they were in the Meyer family home.

Adrienne was sucking on the jelly in the back seat. Her short legs swung back and forth on the seat, "Grandma was very kind to me. She gave me everything I asked for."

"What did you get from her?" Everleigh said earnestly while driving, "Didn't I tell you that you can't simply ask others for things?"

"Grandma is not others, and I didn't ask for anything much," Adrienne's face was full of confidence.

Everleigh thought about it and realized that it was true. What could a child wish for other than something to eat, drink and play with?

In the backseat, Alastair, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Mommy, have you decided to live together with Christopher in the future?"

"What?" Everleigh was startled.

Adrienne also asked in confusion, her expression clueless, "Hasn't Christopher always lived with us? Alastair, what are you talking about?"

It was not a good thing for her son to mature too early. Either he did not speak, or he would shake her to the core every time he did. It threw Everleigh off, leaving her uneasy every time.

She had never told the two children about the fake marriage between Christopher and her. Adrienne was muddle- headed anyway. She would listen to everything you said if you gave her some ice cream. She could not have cared less about the meaning of calling someone Grandpa or Grandma.

However, Alastair was different. He had his own thoughts, which made Everleigh suspect he had already figured out that she and Christopher were putting on an act. At the thought of this, she felt a little guilty.

She coughed to cover up her embarrassment and asked, "Alastair, why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Grandpa and Grandma treat Adrienne and I very well, and Christopher is also a good man. Mommy, if you want to be together with Christopher, I feel that he will also take good care of you in the future."

The man who kept questioning her why she left that year might be working in the office building at that moment. Her departure did not leave any bad impact on his life. On the contrary, he enjoyed glory and success that ordinary people could never imagine.

For these past seven years, why should he hate her? She should be the one who hated him, shouldn't it?

The sunset glow shone on the city; the colors illuminated on the glass of the building. Through the French windows, the glow fell on the gray carpet, warm and bright. The next second, a pair of red-bottomed, black high heels stepped on the light, and the warmth was shattered in that instant.

"Theodore, this is the suit you're going to wear tomorrow. I brought it over for you to see if it fits you well. If there's anywhere that's unsuitable, we still have time to make adjustments."

Josephine's voice was elegant and sweet as usual, making one feel that she was a delicate and gentle person.

Theodore's thoughts were pulled back from the window. When he turned around, he saw Josephine holding a suit in her hand. She looked at him expectantly, "The regular suits are too ordinary, I think you would like this style."

"Mm." He merely glanced at it, "It's alright, there's no need to try it on. Since you bought it, there should be no problems."

He would never say the same things twice. He did not want to try it on, so Josephine put down the suit without further persuasion. She kindly poured a cup of tea for him, "But you seem to have lost weight recently. The designer wanted to re-measure your size and came three times. I heard that she hasn't gotten to meet you yet."

"I've been a bit busy lately."

Was he busy? Theodore did not know why, but when he said this, he felt that it was quite ironic.

Since he took over Godfrey Group, he was somewhere in the middle; he could be busy, but he could be free if he wanted. In fact, he could have a lot of time. The busyness, to put it simply, was his choice.