Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 130

“Stop with your nonsense,” Jane yelled at Steve through the mobile in the middle of the night.

“Look. I didn’t see them in action, but I sent you the picture, didn’t I?” Steve spoke, trying to reason her. “When he comes home, ask him.”

“Ask what? It’s just a picture showing him and a girl coming out of a lodge,” Jane said, frustratingly. “How can you tell from this that they’re even together? They must be coming out at the same time.”

“Are you kidding me?” he raised his voice. “They’re not holding each other’s hands, but you can tell they’re walking together, can’t you?”

“I can’t, but let’s talk about this. Were you following him?” “No,” he replied without a shred of hesitation. “I just happened to be passing by, and I saw NôvelDrama.Org © content.

this.”

“Yeah. Like I’d believe it. I know you are desperate, but this is too much to the point you’re starting to scare me, Steve.” “T-That’s not my intention,” Steve’s heart felt troubled. “You know that, right? I would never harm you. I was fine when I saw you with Donovan first, but he’s not who you think he is.”

“Alright. You should stop this and go home.” She ended the call and clutched her head. “I rejected him like a hundred times, and he still doesn’t give up. I don’t want to hurt him, but if he keeps this up, I’ll be forced to.”

About an hour later. Donovan came home and was surprised to see that Jane was still awake. “You said you will come back in an hour, but it’s 1 o’clock now,” Jane looked far from happy. “I’m sorry. I was talking with this media person, and time flew by,” he removed his shirt and pants, leaving only his underpants on. “Is that media person a young beautiful woman, I presume?” she asked. Donovan glanced at her and

smiled, “Why are you asking?” “Just wondering what kind of reporters take interviews at midnight.” Donovan forced out a smile. “Are you doubting my loyalty, darling? My net worth is over nine million dollars. I could bang a dozen chicks per day if I wanted to, yet here I am, trying to explain myself to you that I’m an honest person. Why do you think so?” Jane exhaled audibly. “Words and actions need to match, Donovan. If you keep going out at night for random reasons, no matter what explanation you try to give me, I can never fully believe you.” “We talked about this already, didn’t we? I’m a professional wrestler, for fucking sake, Jane. I have the habit of working and talking with people late at night,” his voice grew sharp, “even

before you entered my life. And now you’re suddenly questioning my habits, huh, when I even crossed seas to come and meet you?” Jane’s heart ached a little. “I know you care for me, but… maybe I’m still bothered by what happened the last time we had sex.”

“And I promised you I won’t do it again. It happened in a rush. I didn’t mean to do it.”

“I know. I know.” Jane awkwardly smiled and said, “I’ll try not to act like an insecure little

girl.”

“Haha, that’s the Jane I fell for,” he hugged her. “Full of boldness and confidence.”

“Hehe.” She smiled happily as she melted in his embrace.

The next morning.

Benjamin made Shadow run the Pure Waters bar, but what Shadow didn’t expect was that Alfred would be the first customer.

“He didn’t tell me how he took care of the police officer,” Shadow asked him. “You know anything?”

“He probably paid him off, but more importantly,” Alfred’s gaze turned sharp. “Why did you bring Mina without His permission?”

“It was urgent, so…” Shadow smiled not so freely. “I’ll talk to Him through the phone.” “Even if you tell Him she’s guarding the Master’s wife, you can’t escape His punishment.” “Ha-ha-ha.” Shadow laughed tensely. “You will tell Him to go easy on me, won’t you?” “We’ll see, but first, pour me some wine, will you? My body is all stiff.”

“I will, but you have to pay.”

“What?”

“You’re the first customer after I took over this bar, you see.” “Geez.” Alfred could only shake his head and take some coins out of his pocket.

Meanwhile, one of Artur’s bodyguards was waiting at Rye’s Pizzas with a small ax hidden under his shirt.

Sasha served him pizzas and fries and was happy because he was not only eating a lot but also gave her a 10 dollar tip, so she let him sit at the table as much as he wanted. When Damian came, she even gave him a long, tight hug, which he very much liked.

Benjamin was on his way to Rye’s Pizzas, but Rebecca called him and told him to come to the Mabel Fort but didn’t tell him why. Still and all, he called Christopher and told him he’d be late to work before heading to where Rebecca was.

Mabel Fort was a medieval fort built by a king for his queen’s 60th birthday. This was probably the most famous place among couples, and hundreds if not thousands of couples visited this place on every sunny day. The price to roam around the fort was also pretty cheap. Only five dollars per head, and one could stay there from anywhere between the sixes.

Benjamin didn’t know about the history of the Mabel fort, but when he got there, Rebecca was waiting for him at the entrance, near her Porsche. Cars were not allowed inside, so they had to walk on foot. She took a large bag from the car, and Benjamin carried it for her. Without her telling, he could smell the food inside the bag. “What’s inside?” he still asked anyway. “Please tell me you haven’t had breakfast yet,” she expectantly asked. “I didn’t,” he replied softly. Having drunk a lot the previous night, he wasn’t in the mood for an early breakfast, and he was now glad he didn’t eat anything.

After roaming for about fifteen minutes, they settled in a small cave with a waterfall in the background. She opened the bag and told him all the varieties she had made. Benjamin salivated from smelling some of the items. “Wow, did you cook all these?”

Rebecca was pleasantly surprised. “How did you know?”

“A guess,” he looked at her, feeling somewhat proud of her. “Making these must have taken a lot of time.” She must have been preparing these since midnight, he thought and tried the carrot pudding and nodded his head in appreciation. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” he kept chewing it. “There’s just enough brown butter and cardamom in it. Wish there were cashews, though.” Rebecca put her hands on top of her head. “I was thinking I missed something. So it’s the cashew. Dammit!” “It’s okay,” Benjamin smiled. “This isn’t bad, but how did you know this is one of my favorites?” he curiously asked.

“You used to make it often for dinner, so it was kind of obvious,” she said and giggled.

“Mm, but why did you prepare so many items? Is there anything special about today?” he asked casually while enjoying the sweet item. Rebecca’s expression changed slightly. “You don’t remember?” Benjamin’s heart skipped a little. “D-Don’t tell me… it’s your birthday? No, I’m sure it’s not.” “Benjamin!” she pinched his thigh, making him cringe in pain. “Last year, on this same day… in the Pure Waters bar, we first met each other!”

Benjamin’s eyes widened. She remembered that? He surely didn’t. “It’s been exactly a year,” she said, folding her arms. “How can you not keep track of it?” Sensing the disappointment in her voice, Benjamin wanted to do something, something more than just a typical apology. He picked up the pudding with a spoon and brought it toward her mouth, pleasantly surprising her. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before opening her mouth.

As far as she could remember, nobody had ever put food in her mouth. Neither her parents, nor her friends, so her eyes turned teary. She leaned across the food items and hugged him.

Benjamin didn’t expect that. He didn’t know what made her emotional, but he would prefer this version of her to the indifferent Rebecca any time.