"Zac, from now on, you can't drink more than three glasses. From hair to toes, you can only belong to
me. No woman is allowed to touch you. Otherwise, you can only be drunk to get it done in the future! "
Essie warned angrily. Alcohol was the most disgusting thing in the world. It could even suppress the
hidden diseases. It was so hateful!
"Honey, as long as you behave well, I will keep my integrity for you," Zac said slowly, leaning against
the bed railing.
"This is this. That is that. Don't try to mix everything together." Hearing that, Essie rolled her eyes at
him. She knew that he wanted her to put her sister's matter aside, but she couldn't pretend that nothing
had happened as she was a person, not an object.
Her sister's life was uncertain. She knew the truth and lived a happy life regardless of anything. How
cold-blooded should she be to enjoy her life without any concerns?
"It depends on self-awareness. I'll sleep first. You should know the bottom line of our marriage. If you
want to cheat on me, we'll divorce in a second. I won't miss any man who has an affair. " After saying
that, she turned her back to him and ignored him.
A hint of cruelty flitted across Zac's handsome face. He didn't believe that this hurdle could not be
crossed and remained in the middle of them all the time. He must have called in to subdue this
muddled-headed fool, so that she would take the initiative to end the cold war and come to beg for
peace.
On the second day, Lucy called and asked her to go home. Mrs. Rose came to her yesterday and
asked her about what had happened in the past. She seemed to have remembered something, but she
was unwilling to tell her.
"What did aunt ask you?" A glimmer flashed across Essie's face.
"It's about your father-in-law and mother-in-law," Lucy said.
Thinking of the conflict between Mrs. Rose and Albert in Provence, Essie said, "Mommy, last time in
France, I don't know what happened between aunt and daddy. They have some misunderstandings. If
you are free, why don't you sound her out? You are good friends. Maybe she will tell you. "
Lucy thought for a while and said, "When your aunt asked me yesterday, I didn't tell her the conflicts
between her sister and her and Albert. I'm afraid that she can't accept it."
"Okay." Essie nodded. "Don't tell auntie for the time being. Solve the conflict between her and my
father-in-law first."
In the afternoon, when Albert went to see Suzan, he happened to see Mrs. Rose accompanying her
mother. The two of them felt a little embarrassed when they met.
Albert knew that avoiding was not the solution, so he decided to have a talk with Mrs. Rose.
In the VIP box of the British style afternoon tea house, Mrs. Rose flipped the hair at the temples of her
ears, feeling uneasy and at a loss.
Albert coughed and said slowly, "About that night..."
"We... just pretend that nothing has happened. " Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Rose
interrupted him immediately.
Albert kept silent for a while. He could do nothing but pretend nothing had happened and couldn't think
of a better solution. But somehow, the feeling she brought to him that night reminded him of Mary many
years ago, on their wedding night.
From the car accident till now, there seemed to be nothing else in the marriage with Mary except family
affection. But that night, his heart was filled with passion and vitality, and he even wanted to love again
like a young man.
But this woman was Charlotte, the woman who had done everything to disgust him. How could he have
any special feelings for her?
Taking a sip of the green tea on the table, Albert said, "Charlotte, you've really changed a lot these
years. You've become much more different than before."
"I don't remember what happened in the past," Mrs. Rose said in a low voice.
"It's good that you don't remember. You are fine now." Looking at her, there was a glimmer of light in
Albert's eyes.
Mrs. Rose's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. Recently, many fragments of memory often
appeared in her dreams, all related to Albert. She became more and more worried and suspected that
they had an inappropriate relationship, just like the night in Provence.
"Am I not good in the past?" A bitter smile gradually appeared on her face.
Albert shrugged his shoulders. If people would show their most natural nature after losing their
memory, then what happened to her in the past and now?
"Let bygones be bygones." He said in a low voice, "I don't want you to hide from me because of this.
I'm willing to make up for you. No matter what request you have, I can agree."
Mrs. Rose took a sip of tea and said, "I only have one request. Don't mention it again. Just take it as a
dream."
"…… Okay. " Albert nodded heavily, feeling inexplicably disappointed. Since he came back from
France, he had been recalling that night almost every day. Although she looked almost the same as
Mary, the feeling she gave him was completely different. Just like the original Mary, she made him feel
comfortable, happy, excited.
Mrs. Rose's heart clenched after he agreed. In fact, she and Albert had the same unforgettable feeling.
When he held her, her whole heart was trembling, and there was a strange emotion in her
subconsciousness, making her feel that this embrace belonged to her, and he was the shadow that she
had been looking for and loving in her life. She finally realized that she had a special feeling for Albert
which she should not have.
But she couldn't love him. He was her brother-in-law!
"It's getting late. I should go now," she said in a low voice, as if her strength had been taken away by
invisible pain and despair.
"Let me drive you home," Albert said.
"I have a car." Mrs. Rose shook her head.
"I've asked your driver to go back." Albert pursed his lips. "Since I have promised you, you must
promise me too. You can't hide from me anymore."
Mrs. Rose lowered her head and said nothing.
In the front yard of the villa by the lakeside, Mrs. Rose had planted a lot of jasmines. In Provence,
Albert had seen many jasmines in the flower field of the Rose Manor.
"It seems that you really like jasmine," Albert sent her to the door and said with a smile.
Irene ran out to open the door and happened to hear him. She smiled and said, "My mommy likes
jasmines the most. She has tried to cultivate jasmines of different colors like cultivating roses, but she
failed."
"That's a good idea." Albert smiled.
"It's just some random thoughts." Mrs. Rose shrugged.
"Uncle, come in and have a cup of coffee," Irene greeted.
"No, thanks. I have to go back to the company." After watching Mrs. Rose come in, Albert left. Sitting in
the car, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat. At his age, he shouldn't have such a feeling.
Early on Saturday morning, Mili ran into her parents' room. She found something important and couldn't
wait to tell them.
"Daddy, mommy, grandpa has a new hobby," she shouted.
Being tortured by Zac, Essie was so sleepy that she just answered perfunctorily, "Okay." Zac glanced at
her pitifully and made a 'shush' gesture to Mili, "Keep it down. Mommy is sleeping."
"It is so late. You haven't got up yet. Did you play the game the whole night last night?" Mili's complaint
made Essie completely awake.
Zac coughed and pretended to watch his pad and not to hear what she said.
"Baby, what new hobbies does grandpa have?" She quickly changed the topic.
"Cultivate jasmine," Mili said word by word.
"Isn't that the job of the gardener?" Essie said casually.
"It's not an ordinary cultivation, but to cultivate a new variety. My grandfather specially invited a
domestic famous flower nurturing expert to cultivate jasmine in a lot of amazing varieties like roses.
Such as blue enchantress, perfume jasmine, rainbow jasmine, etc.," Mili said seriously.
Zac touched his chin with a hint of dizziness in his eyes. "When did dad have such an idea?" Since
they came back from France, his daddy had become a little strange. He often sat in the garden
smoking cigars and stared blankly at the jasmine field. Now he wanted to cultivate strange flower
seeds. Was it because he had been separated from his mommy for too long?
Essie blinked her eyes and said, "Your mommy's birthday is just the time for jasmine to bloom. Does
daddy want to cultivate a romantic variety of jasmine as a birthday gift for your mommy?"
"Is that possible?" Zac raised his thick eyebrows slightly. If they loved each other so much, why did
they continue to sleep in separate rooms?
"Why not?" With a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, Essie thought, 'Mary have successfully used
her to prove her innocence. Sooner or later, she will regain her position.'
Mili pouted. "I don't think grandpa did it for grandma. It's said that grandma likes Jasmine the most, but
I don't see how much she likes jasmine. Every time she passes by there, she will speed up, as if she
hates the fragrance of jasmine very much. On the contrary, grandma Charlotte really likes jasmine.
Every time she watered and nourished jasmine, she would do it herself. "
"Maybe we are thinking too much. Grandpa just has a new hobby," said Essie, stroking her head.
"I'll go and have a look later," Zac said and sat up straight.
Mary was overjoyed. She had the same thought with Essie that Albert was preparing a birthday gift for
her.
When Zac and Essie took the children to the garden, Mary was standing next to Albert and watching
the experts pick flowers.
"Grandpa." Mili ran over excitedly. "When will beautiful colorful jasmines bloom?"
"Not yet. We have to wait till the time for jasmine to bloom." Albert looked at his granddaughter lovingly.
"Albert, I ordered the kitchen to make your favorite sweet soup. I'll ask the servant to bring it to you
later," Mary said with a smile.
"Okay," Albert replied absent mindedly. Now in his eyes, Mrs. Rose was more and more like the Mary
he once liked, while the person in front of him was more and more like the Charlotte he hated.
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