Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Give Birth to a Big, Healthy Boy
Assistant Lowell instantly shrank his neck.
"No, no need..."
He dared not utter another word, quietly restraining his speech, obediently driving his car.
However, after Assistant Lowell shut his mouth, Warren Prescott’s expression not only did not soften but actually appeared colder.
His mind conjured up the scene just as the car passed the picturesque countryside, his mood like a wind-ruffled lake, hard to calm.
He saw Cillian Xavier getting out of the car and heading to the shop, while Ashley Shaw was intently staring at Cillian Xavier, her eyes seemed invisibly bound by strings tethered to him.
Seeing Ashley Shaw’s expression, how could he still be in the mood to buy a cake?
That look, as if she was trying to see through Cillian Xavier.
Is she so besotted, that she’d widen her eyes so much looking at Cillian Xavier?
Warren Prescott really doubted if she had ever seen a man in her life.
In any case, at that moment he instantly lost any desire to buy a lousy cake.
The scenery outside the car window kept retreating, he expressionlessly shifted his gaze to the window, seeing mottled reflections on the glass, reflecting his own face.
He rarely looked at his own appearance because he felt that only women deliberately inspect themselves in mirrors.
But now, he couldn’t help but start appraising himself, even comparing his face to Cillian Xavier’s.
His eyebrows naturally formed a sword-like shape, his eyes were phoenix-shaped, but not small.
As for his nose, it was high and straight, and the thickness and size of his lips were just right.
By any measure, he was not a hideous man, rather quite handsome, having no problem enchanting countless young women.
And what about Cillian Xavier?
Small eyes, flat nose, thick lips, dark skin, by any measure he was an ugly man.
Hmm, that’s right, in terms of appearance, he did not lose to Cillian Xavier at all.
The only explanation was that there must be something wrong with Ashley Shaw’s eyes.
After all, she just had myopia surgery not long ago, it’s normal to have issues.
Thinking of this, Warren Prescott’s face relaxed a lot.
He retracted his gaze and looked up at Assistant Lowell.
"Is the myopia surgery at Westcroft Central Hospital still not mature enough?"
"Well... I’m not too sure, I’ll look it up later?"
"Hmm."
Assistant Lowell nodded, though with a hint of puzzlement in his heart.
Isn’t Mr. Prescott Jr. not myopic? Why does he suddenly need myopia surgery?
Could it be that Mr. Prescott Jr. has been wearing contact lenses all along?
Unexpectedly, Mr. Prescott Jr. is so concerned about his appearance.
He always thought Mr. Prescott Jr. wouldn’t care about these things.
Soon, the car drove into Prescott Family’s mansion garage.
Warren Prescott had just come out from the garage when he heard bursts of laughter before entering the door.
The Lynch Family had arrived.
Warren Prescott entered with a blank expression, instantly attracting the attention of several women in the living room.
"Warren, you’re back? Come over, your Aunt Lynch and Rosalind and her two sisters are here," Claudia Jennings said while happily waving at her son.
A while ago, the housekeeper told her Warren Prescott would come back for dinner, she was a bit skeptical.
Because when she called Warren to come back, he directly refused.
Only now seeing Warren really return did she believe the housekeeper’s words.
Mrs. Lynch was increasingly satisfied as she looked at Warren Prescott.
Clearly just a high school graduate, yet already shedding his youthful naïveté, his aura was no less than Lars Prescott’s, and the faint elegance emerging from him made him appear all the more exceptional.
Some people, you can tell with a glance, have boundless prospects ahead, that’s Warren Prescott.
Mrs. Lynch was about to smile and greet him, but saw Warren Prescott saying without lifting an eyelid, "I need to see Grandpa about something, you guys talk, excuse me for a bit."
Saying this, he headed straight upstairs, without even sparing a glance at The Lynch Family.
Mrs. Lynch immediately felt embarrassed.
Rosalind Lynch lowered her head, not daring to look at Warren Prescott even once.
She just told Claudia Jennings she and Warren had reconciled, but only she knew Warren’s real attitude towards her.
Out of guilt, even if Warren proactively greeted her, she wouldn’t dare respond, fearing her lie would be exposed.
Only Jillian Lynch, being young, curiously stared at Warren Prescott’s back as he ascended the stairs.
Claudia Jennings felt embarrassed by Warren’s lack of respect too.
She cleared her throat, explaining for herself and Warren, "He has just started dealing with company matters, perhaps quite busy, he’ll come down at mealtime. Don’t mind him, this kid is like that since young, not sure who his temperament resembles."
Mrs. Lynch quickly said, "Oh, don’t say that, of course, busy with serious work is more important, talking to us is trivial, let him be busy."
Claudia Jennings nodded with a smile, changing the subject, "Inviting you for dinner, why didn’t your husband come? Is he busy with company matters?"
Mrs. Lynch hastened to explain, "Yes, my husband originally planned to come today, but since the company has just resumed operations, a lot needs managing, and a project really needs his personal oversight, so he couldn’t make it. We’ll come over together another day."
Claudia Jennings noticed Mrs. Lynch was a bit tense, and smilingly said, "No problem, as you said, serious matters are important, I was just asking casually. Plus, my Lars isn’t here either, without him it’s better to chat, or else we’d be troubled by our men’s presence."
Mrs. Lynch laughed, "You’re absolutely right, with men around, we women don’t speak freely."
"Yeah, let them gather on their own,"
Claudia Jennings said, then focused her gaze on Rosalind Lynch.
"Why have you lost so much weight recently, Rosalind? Your face hasn’t got an ounce of flesh."
Rosalind Lynch had recently been frightened, she had nightmares every night.
Dreaming her father discovered she and Warren had severed ties, that she was turned out, and in the end having nowhere to go, had to sleep under a bridge.
She also dreamed of Ashley Shaw suddenly showing off with Warren in front of her.
Sometimes she’d wake up crying, sometimes from anger.
Yet waking, she was both afraid of Warren, yet hoped everything could return to how it once was.
So much so that she was too absorbed to eat, nor did she sleep well, eating poorly, eventually losing weight.
But she certainly wouldn’t tell Claudia Jennings this.
If she wished to ultimately walk into the marriage hall with Warren, she could only start with Claudia Jennings.
She still wanted to give it one more try.
If it really didn’t work, then she’d switch to someone else, completely let go of Warren.
But it’s not to that stage yet, she still could fight for it a little longer.
Thus Rosalind Lynch beamed a bright smile saying, "I’ve been on a diet lately."
Claudia Jennings immediately shook her head in disapproval, "You’re already so thin, why diet further? I don’t think you even weigh eighty pounds."
"That’s not true, I weigh eighty-five pounds."
"Well, that’s what I mean, you’re over 160 cm tall, only 85 pounds, you’re practically skin and bone."
Claudia Jennings said, pulling Rosalind’s hand, "Trust me, don’t diet anymore. You need a bit of flesh, then later you can bear a chubby boy for my Warren! I heard being too thin makes it hard to conceive."