The Ending She Read (And the One He Rewrote) novel Chapter 34

Hah!

When a person is truly speechless, they really do laugh.

Jane, sporting an impeccable smile, walked into the cabin.

Jason wasn't in the main cabin.

By the table near the window, Archer opened his drawing board. A colorful row of markers was neatly arranged, a cure for anyone's OCD.

Her gaze fell on his face, which looked exactly like Jason's. Jane walked over, her smile gentle. “Hi there, Archer... My name is Jane Quentin. You can call me Jane. It's so nice to meet you!”

“Hello, Ms. Quentin!”

The boy greeted her politely and picked up a pen to start drawing.

Jane sat across from him.

With Harriet's capabilities, she wouldn't be able to raise two children at all after the divorce.

What's more, the Whitaker family would absolutely never let her take Archer away.

So the person who would take care of him in the future would be...

“Archer, let me draw with you, okay?”

She picked up a marker.

When Jason came out of the lounge, what he saw was the scene of Jane and Archer with their heads bowed, drawing.

Harriet was woken up by a tickling sensation.

Opening her eyes, she saw Seraphina smiling, her eyes curved into crescents.

The little one was grabbing her hair and scratching her face.

Seeing that she was awake, Seraphina pointed out the window. “Mommy, look, cotton candy...”

Harriet turned her head.

She was stunned.

The snow-white clouds were lined with gold, clustering and overlapping one after another.

Framed in the window, moving as the plane advanced, it looked like a moving painting.

Radiant and beautiful.

The last second of her memory was falling asleep in embarrassment and frustration.

Harriet looked down again; she was covered by the blanket Lana had brought her.

So, Jason hadn't woken her up, but carried her onto the plane, blanket and all?

That bastard... no, the God of Wealth.

The icy God of Wealth actually had such a tender side?

The thought had just arisen.

Knock, knock!

How could someone speak of marital obligations in such a serious, business-like manner?

Then she thought of Jason's icy face, which was always unapproachable and cold, no matter the time.

A trace of wicked amusement suddenly sprouted in Harriet's heart.

She wondered what Jason in bed would look like when he lost control.

Still an icy face?

Impossible, right!

Then maybe... she should test it out?

Just as the thought arose, Harriet jolted awake with a shiver.

Eileen Chang once said that the way to a woman's heart is through the vagina.

Jason's hands were already exactly her type.

If she slept with him and ended up catching feelings, shaking her grand divorce plan, that would be bad.

She absolutely could not repeat past mistakes!

The plane became bumpy. Harriet spat out her mouthwash and patted her flushed cheeks in front of the mirror.

She led Seraphina and walked out.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw the eye-catching trio in the lounge area.