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Having just finished her shower, Natalie prepared to slip into the cozy comfort of her bed and won the
her son ter sleep. As she settled under the covers, her phone chimed with a message. Without a doubt,
it wors from that man. “Sorry, can you retune me from your blocklist?
She swiftly dismissed the message, paying it no mind, and lifted the covers to snuggle in Tenderly, the
tidied up her soHIS bedding. “Jasper, it’s 8.00 PM. for us to turn in. Little ones must be fast asleep
before 220 PM Close your little peepers
now.”
The little one blinked his innocent eyes, filled with anticipation. “Mommy, Auntie Ava. Unele Joseph ?
Upon hearing his words, the little one yearned for his Auntie Ava and Uncle Joseph Natalie playfully
pinched his tiny noe and leaned down to give him an affectionate nudge. “You miss them, huh? Well,
we’ll have to wait a little longer. Auntie Aora and Uncle Joseph will be here next month. When they
arrive, Mommy will take some time off so we can all go out and have
a blast. How does that sound?”
The little one beamed with delight, his face radiating pure innocence. “Sounds awesome” And with that,
he obediently closed his eyes.
Natalie leaned down once again, planting a tender kiss on Jasper’s forehead “Sleep tight. Mommy’s
right here to watch over you.”
The early spring sunlight bathed everything in its gentle warmth the following morning, accompanied by
a playful breeze that tickled the skin.
This kind of weather was made for riding a motorbike, and the thought alone excited Natalie. She made
her way to the garage, fastened her helmet securely, inserted the keand y into the ignition. The engine
roared to life, and the exhilarating, sound sent a surge of energy through her. With her long legs
grounded, she started the bike and expertly positioned her legs on each side. As she accelerated, she
couldn’t help but notice the envious glances the attracted from onlookers.
Just as Natalie set off, a sleek black Maybach followed closely. He had sent her a message the night
before, but the had yet to dismiss it, not expecting any response. She had refrained from blocking his
new number, a gesture of tolerance.
Jim arrived early to pick up Trevon and couldn’t help but admire the sight of Mrs. Wilson on her
motorbike. He grinned and complimented, “Mr. Wilson, don’t you think Mrs. Wilson looks incredibly cool
riding that motorbike Can you imagine how exhilarating it would be if you caught up to her one day,
cruising together on the open roadin
The image flashed vividly in his mind, portraying a scene of sheer elegance and beauty, just like an
exquisite couple. Yes, the uncertainty lingered as Mr. Wilson contemplated how long he would wait. His slow and cautious approach to wooing Natalie seemed akin to a snail’s pace, unlike the proactive
nature of Mr. Blackwell. Although Mr. Blackwell’s methods carried risks, he had at least made a bold
move to assert his presence before Miss Landor.
Simultaneously, Trevon’s thoughts conjured an alluring vision of himself and Natalie riding motorbikes
together. The image appeared enchanting and filled him with longing.
Observing the lack of response from Trevon seated behind him, Jim began to regret his playful
comment. After a short while, Trevon said, “Prepare a dress suitable for someone around 5.9 feet tall. It
should be long, reaching the floor with a daring high slit. And don’t forget a wig and earrings”
Jim abruptly hit the brakes, fearing he had misheard. He quickly regained control of the car, causing
Trevon to be jostled slightly. A somber expression settled on Wilson’s face, but he refrained from
uttering a word.
After stabilizing the car, Jim cautiously began to speak, “Mr. Wilson. Are you. Are you the one who
wants to wear it?” As he finished his sentence, the expression on his face went from anticipation to a
mix of confusion and amusement, for he couldn’t help but imagine Mr. Wilson wearing a dress, high Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
heels, and long flowing hair. It seemed mismatched and out of place, suppressing his urge to laugh.
Trevon’s face grew even more grim. “Enough with the useless chatter. I told you to prepare, so get it
done. And buy an inconspicuous voice changer as well”
Jim remained silent. Was Mr. Wilson considering transforming into a woman to pursue Mrs. Wilson? It
seemed utterly
unbelievable.
Noticing Jim at the wheel, lost in inappropriate thoughts, Trevon interjected abruptly. “Stop indulging in
those absurd fantasies”
Jim contemplated sharing the astonishing news with Frank and the others if given the opporturaty Is
Mr. Wilson planning to dress in women’s attire to pursue Mrs. Wilson? Well, the mental image was
downright corrucal
Meanwhile, Sherri walked into the office and immediately noticed a compicuous bouquet of fiery red
roses adorning her desk. It commanded attention, its size hinting at a generous amount of at least 99
blooms.
Without setting down her bag, she reached for the bouquet, curiouty piqued by the early morning
surprise. Her delicate hand grasped the card, finding its contents a tad cliché “Spring has arrived. Love
is bloworning I offer this bouquet of roses to express my heartfelt affection. Waste no time, my
fondness for you. From your admirer, Hackett”
Sherri stared at the card momentarily, a hint of smugness tugging at her expression. She couldn’t help
but feel a twinge of
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superiority. Well, it seemed like Hackett had developed a liking for her. Good choice, she thought to
herself.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the bouquet with the card, swiftly
sending it to her best friend.
Meanwhile, Natalie was changing clothes, feeling relatively upbeat. She noticed her phone screen light
up on the table and took her time finishing her outfit before picking it up. As she read the message, a
wave of discomfort washed over her. “That’s quite touching, she responded with a voice message,
revealing a slight unease.
Sherri promptly replied with a text message. “Do you think I’m so easily moved? Nonetheless, it does
add a pleasant touch to the office atmosphere. Would you like me to share half of it with you?”
Natalie quickly declined, “No, thank you. I couldn’t possibly accept. Enjoy it yourself.”
Sherri didn’t push the matter further and tucked the card away in a drawer. She was curious to see how
long this person’s infatuation would last. The bouquet found its place in a corner, as she knew better
than to bring them home and face Juana’s judgment.
In the afternoon, Hackett convinced Joy to invite Juana for a shopping trip. He insisted he could handle
the kid, employing a mix of persistence and charm until Joy finally relented.
Within a bustling amusement park in Athana, a handsome man joyfully accompanied a little girl, their
laughter filling the air. They took turns sliding down the slides and bouncing on the trampoline, their
happiness evident in their bright smiles. Unbeknownst to them, a cunning individual discreetly captured
this heartwarming scene on camera. Hackett was utterly engrossed in creating cherished memories
with Ruby, unaware of the observer lurking in the shadows.
He was dressed in a casual gray sports outfit, intentionally embracing a relaxed, laid–back look for their
outing. “Having a good time? What else would you like to play? Dad’s here to play with you.”
Ruby’s gaze was instantly drawn to a vibrant ball pit, and Hackett understood her desire without a
word. “You want to play with the balls, don’t you? Alright, let’s make our little angel’s wish come true.”
The world of children is refreshingly uncomplicated. Unlike adults, their desires are effortlessly revealed
through their eyes and expressions, which often remain inscrutable. Children’s smiles blossom quickly,
spreading joy to those around them. Hackett scooped up Ruby with outstretched arms, his lithe legs
carrying them toward the ball pit. Ruby clutched a ball as they entered, contemplating aiming it at
Hackett. Standing frozen in place, a hint of nervousness tinged her demeanor. Sensing her hesitation,
Hackett lowered himself into the sea of balls, nestling amidst the colorful chaos. “Ruby, give it a try. It’s
so cozy down here,” he coaxed, playfully tugging at her dress.
The enchanting sight of father and daughter reclining in the ball pit caught the attention of nearby
mothers. They couldn’t help but be captivated by the extraordinary bond between Hackett and Ruby.
“Well, is that your daughter? She’s just too adorable and unique. You have the patience and dedication
to spend quality time like this with your child. It’s a rarity these days.”
Hackett couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he acknowledged Ruby’s adorable appearance.
“Well, Aunt, my daughter is quite the angel. When it comes to daughters, they deserve nothing but the
best. Ruby is my little sweetheart,” he proudly declared, quoting a line he had stumbled upon while
browsing the internet the previous night.
Aunt, the woman he had talked with, smiled and replied, “Spoiling our daughters is just the beginning.
We should also cherish our wives. Childbirth is far from a walk in the park. It’s a tough journey that men
like you can’t truly comprehend. Opening the birth canal feels like breaking bones, and the pain is
excruciating. If you ever get the chance, you should try to understand and support your wife through
it.”
Hackett found himself momentarily speechless. How could he possibly comprehend such an
experience? He had never given much thought to women’s intense pain and sacrifices during
childbirth. Sherri’s journey remained a mystery to him. Why did women willingly choose to bring new life into the world if it was so arduous? These questions lingered in his mind, prompting a profound
contemplation that took him to distant realms.
Sensing her father’s distraction, Ruby tugged at his hand with her tiny fingers.
Snapping back to the present moment, Hackett smiled and crouched down, lifting Ruby into his arms
again, ready to embark on their next adventure together.