Trapped with a Lawyer novel Chapter 238

The official state holiday came on the day Ella's cycle began. So she placed her arms around Samuel's neck and said, "No, don't. I'm on my period. Think about it. It's only going to be bad news if you do."

Samuel sneered, "You never learn, Ella. Still remember how I treated you a moment ago? We can do it again."

He was such a bully. Ella rubbed her red cheeks and stared at him, "I'm your wife. That in itself should satisfy you."

She knew Samuel's desire was ardent. It would be better to say something nice to placate him.

"No, it doesn't, because you're reluctant. I'm not happy about it."

"That's because you treat Jerry badly. I'm not happy about it either. Don't you care about my feelings?" As she said this, she curled her lips in, ready to break down in tears.

Samuel gave in when he saw her looks and said gently, "Oh, Ella. How couldn't I care? Jerry is our son. I love him. You're thinking too much about this. It's okay, don't cry."

Samuel counted on Jerry to be a protecting figure for his mother, and to his imagined sister. But he would need to say something nice to him if he was ever going to adopt this discipline.

"Well, that's a relief." said Ella. Maybe in the future, if Samuel treated Jerry well, and all was merry, Ella would reveal the truth to Samuel - that Jane was his daughter.

Samuel still hung over her, making her almost out of breath, so she shoved him off.

He sidled onto the bed with much reluctance, trying to hug onto her heartily.

Then he looked at the time. It was past 2:30 am. Tucking her into the quilt, he kissed her forehead. "Good night, my daring."

"Good night." Ella yawned and closed her eyes.

A week before the Spring Festival, Ella finished her work ahead of time. Samuel joined her at the old house with Jerry and Jane.

Jane sat in the back seat of the car with Jerry. She wore a floral hat and said nothing, pulling faces at Jerry.

Samuel was driving. Ella looked at him and said in a jocose manner, "Hey, what will happen if we bring Jane to the old house too, heh-heh?"

He looked at Jane through the rear-view; she lowered her face in order to become invisible. He had seen Jane quite a few times, but every time he saw her, she played a different part, was wearing a false mask, or lowering her head.

He was always double-taking her when he saw her because he was never sure what she looked like exactly. He offered to bring her to the old house because he felt it was bad to leave a little girl at the villa alone.

"I'll explain it when we see the parents."

Ella asked curiously, "How?"

Jane was, in Samuel's mind, the child born of another man. Such things did not bode well in conversation. How could he just explain it away?

Samuel thought for a moment, and replied, blasé, "I'll say...that Jane is our daughter, of course."

The complications being as they were frightened Ella to an immeasurable degree. To hear Samuel speak of it all so calmly satisfied the gnawing anxiety around the issue. She relapsed into silence with this reply.

She smiled wide, and Samuel saw it, and became buoyantly happy too. In Samuel's eyes, Jane was a lovely girl, but a little quiet. He blamed it on the complicated family relationship.

But he would know soon enough.

Then Ella came up with an important question, "What should she call you?"

A realistic question. He clenched the wheel for a moment, and thought, 'Never mind. As long as Ella is happy about it.' So he said, "It's all up to you and Jerry.

Any term is acceptable, as long as you both agree."