Chapter 29 Mrs Jackson
Chapter 29 Mrs Jackson
Paul chuckled heartily, raising his ss toward Ethan.
“I’m curious, Mr. Jackson. What is it about your fiancée that has you so loyal?”
“Yeah, what’s her name? Tell us which family she’s from. Maybe we know her!”
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group at the table were all familiar faces, and Ethan calmly raised his teacup, a soft smile on his lips. “Her name is Dawn Porter. She doesn’te from any prestigious family, but she’s my princess.
“Maybe next time, we’ll all go out for dinner together.”
Outside the private room, a man paused, his steps faltering.
He thought he’d heard the name “Dawn Porter.”
Austin instinctively shifted his weight, and Osbert Walton, who was ahead of him, turned around, confused. “What’s wrong, Mr. Osborne? The team from Warren Tech is still waiting for us.”
Austin frowned. Theughter from the room ahead was loud, and it seemed there were no women’s voices among them.
<i>Maybe </i><i>I </i><i>misheard</i>.
His gaze darkened, and he felt a sharp, cold feeling settle inside him.
<i>If </i><i>that </i><i>girl </i><i>wants </i>to <i>oppose </i><i>me</i><i>, </i><i>let </i><i>her</i><i>–</i><i>she </i><i>will </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>learn </i><i>the </i><i>hard </i><i>way</i>. <i>She </i><i>needs </i><i>to </i><i>face </i><i>some </i><i>hardship</i>, or <i>she’ll </i><i>never </i><i>understand </i><i>her </i><i>limits</i>.
He quickly snapped his attention away from the door.
“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”
Ethan, sensing someone’s gaze, casually nced over and caught a glimpse of Austin’s cold profile.
A small, curious smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his thoughts unknown.
The dinner wrapped up at 10:00 p.m.
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Ethan drove home, expecting to find his fiancée waiting for him in the living room, maybe with a movie and snacks prepared, her eyes sparkling with excitement to watch something together.
But that was just a hopeful thought.
Dawn was already asleep.
Having no guard up against Ethan, she hadn’t locked the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
When Ethan stepped inside, he saw her lying on the bed, still in her clothes, her shoes still on.
She hadn’t left a light on for him, but it wasn’t because she didn’t want to–it was just that she had fallen asleep without realizing it.
A warm,forting feeling washed over him.
He let out a quiet, self–deprecating sigh.
He carefully opened the door wider.
He gently lifted one side of the nket, took off her slippers, and slid his arms under her waist. He carefully lifted her and ced her back into the nkets.
Even then, she didn’t stir.
She just turned to her side and continued sleeping peacefully.
Ethan was dumbfounded.
He then stood there for a moment, smiling softly, a helpless tenderness in his expression.
After what felt like forever, he finally turned and quietly closed the door behind him.
Dawn had indeed fallen asleep by ident. She had been scrolling through her phone, looking up information, but sleep had overtaken her without warning. She slept soundly through the night.
The next morning, she woke up, straightening herself out as a sound came from the door.
She looked up to see Ethan in his workout clothes.
She blinked in surprise. “You actually have a morning run routine? That’s some self–discipline!”
“It’s just a casual run,” Ethan said, handing her the breakfast he’d brought, not mentioning that
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he hadn’t even slept. “How about you? Did you sleep wellst night?”
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“Great. I was doing some research and got really tired, so I ended up falling asleep early.”
As she said this, Dawn found herself puzzled.
<i>I </i><i>was </i><i>lying </i><i>on </i><i>top </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>nket </i><ist </i><i>night</i>, <i>so </i><i>how </i><i>did </i><i>I </i><i>end </i><i>up </i><i>tucked </i><i>under </i><i>it</i><i>? </i>But knowing she was a restless sleeper, Dawn shrugged it off.
Ethan’s gaze lingered on her for a moment. “Did you find the information you needed?”
“Almost.”
Dawn didn’t notice the oddness in his tone. She set the breakfast down on the table and continued, “The grad school exams aren’t too difficult for me. A lot of the questions are stuff I’ve already practiced, and since I’m free, I figured I’d just study more.”
Seeing her nonchnt response, Ethan sighed inwardly, but he didn’t know how to address it.
He just let out a quiet murmur and sat down to eat.
As he finished, the doorbell rang.
Dawn got up to answer it, and outside stood a staff member from the building’s management.
“Good morning… are you Mrs. Jackson?” the woman asked with a warm smile. “We’re celebrating the property’s fifth anniversary this weekend and hosting a tea party on Sunday afternoon. Would you be avable to attend?”
Dawn froze for a moment. She was called “Mrs. Jackson” for the first time.
It felt strange, yet somehow… not entirely wrong.
She was his fiancée–it was only a matter of time.
Her cheeks turned bright red, and she stammered, “I… I have time.”
The staff member smiled and handed her an invitation. “That’s wonderful! We look forward to your attendance.”
Dawn stood there, a little dazed, before closing the door. Ethan had finished his breakfast and noticed her confused expression. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Who was it?”
“Just… someone from the property management,” she said, handing him the invitation. She didn’t mention that they called her “Mrs. Jackson.”
Ethan’s eyes in
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