A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 146: I Can Snatch Him a Wife

Madam Ford was on a roll, relentlessly roasting her own son. After her outrageous statement, she twisted the knife: "If he were truly interested in girls, never mind Hayden’s girlfriend—I’d snatch even Hayden’s wife for him."

Cold sweat beaded on the butler’s forehead. He couldn’t help but wipe his brow and say, "Madam, this..."

"Don’t worry. Though I’ve never accepted Wanda Quincy all these years, if she had actually managed to conceive a child for the Ford family, I would have protected her, even if her character is a bit much." Madam Ford then gave a cold smile. "But it’s been six years, and the only thing that’s changed about Wanda Quincy is her age. Forget bearing a child for the Ford family—Jasper won’t even spare her a second glance."

"For a girlfriend to be neglected to this degree, what does that tell you? It means there’s something wrong with my son. He probably doesn’t like girls. He must like men." Madam Ford laid out her analysis with impeccable logic.

The butler standing nearby was captivated, finding that Madam Ford’s reasoning was actually quite sound.

But on second thought, a jolt of alarm went through him, and he hastily reminded her, "Madam, you mustn’t say such things outside. It will damage the Young Master’s good name."

"What good name? The rumors are already flying everywhere." Madam Ford snorted and pointed at the butler. "You, go downstairs and take good care of Beanie. I’ve already made up my mind. If Jasper really likes men, I’ll just let him be. As for continuing the family line and inheriting the business, I’ve already got a plan. As long as Beanie is willing, when he grows up, I can give him..."

The butler suddenly lost the will to speak. ’Ever since Madam Ford brought Beanie home,’ he thought, ’it feels more and more like the Young Master is the one who was actually adopted.’

’It seems the Young Master has no status left in this family.’

Since Madam Ford was unwilling to meddle in the affair between Jasper Ford and Vivian Quincy, the butler didn’t feel it was his place to say more. He quietly closed the door and left.

Fearing the maids would gossip amongst themselves, the butler shooed everyone away and issued a stern warning. They all tacitly kept their mouths shut, not daring to speak out of turn, but their minds couldn’t help but churn with all sorts of gossip...

’The Young Master has never gotten close to any girl.’

’The Young Master has never let anyone else wear his clothes.’

’The Young Master’s room is only cleaned by male staff; no girls are allowed inside.’

’The Young Master hates girls.’

’Vivian Quincy came out of the Young Master’s room, wearing the Young Master’s clothes...’

Jealousy!

They were twisted with jealousy.

’I’m dying to know what the Young Master and Vivian Quincy did in that room.’

Though the crowd of maids had been shooed away, their minds were still back at the Ford residence, desperate to know about the unspeakable things that had happened between the two.

Vivian Quincy, however, was completely oblivious. She had no idea that by simply taking a shower and changing her clothes, she had become a "love rival" in the eyes of all the maids in the Ford household. She was even less aware that she now stood out like a thorn in their side.

Beanie wasn’t asleep, so Jasper Ford sat on the edge of his bed, holding and playing with him.

The man’s gaze was indescribably gentle.

Seeing that Jasper Ford showed no sign of leaving, Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but ask, "President Ford, don’t you think it’s time for you to take your leave?"

"Is there a problem?" the man asked, slowly raising his head.

Vivian Quincy was so intimidated by his gaze that she fell silent. After a nervous laugh, she didn’t dare to say another word.

Jasper Ford remained seated on Beanie’s bed. Vivian Quincy was getting sleepy and wanted to go to bed, but with Jasper there, she didn’t dare get in. Something about it felt strange, so she simply stood to the side and watched.

"Mommy, come sit over here," Beanie called out sweetly to Vivian Quincy.

Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but glance at Jasper Ford. She bit her lip, reluctant to walk over.

Beanie, thinking Vivian Quincy was just shy, ran over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her down to sit on the edge of the bed. "What are you afraid of? With Beanie here, Ford won’t dare to do anything to you."

Jasper Ford chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips. "If I really wanted to do something to your mommy, do you think you could stop me?"

His words sent alarm bells ringing in Vivian Quincy’s head. She was instantly on high alert, staring fixedly at Jasper Ford’s handsome profile, trying to figure out what he was planning.

The man, however, had only said it casually, his gaze never once leaving Beanie. Jasper found that while he considered Vivian Quincy’s face repulsive, she looked surprisingly good in his clothes. ’She’s probably wearing nothing underneath,’ he mused. Although the shirt was loose and revealed nothing, his eyes were far too sharp...

Even though Vivian Quincy was fully clothed, Jasper couldn’t help but feel she was more seductive this way than if she were completely naked!

Vivian Quincy had also used his favorite shower gel. Even from a distance, Jasper could smell the faint, pleasant fragrance wafting from her—a scent that was even more alluring on her than on himself.

Jasper Ford didn’t look at Vivian Quincy, his indifferent demeanor treating her as if she were thin air. This allowed the previously tense Vivian Quincy to relax. ’I may be a woman,’ she thought, ’but surely Jasper Ford isn’t *that* desperate. Besides, he has a fiancée. That Wanda Quincy might be a vicious person, but at least she presents herself better than I do.’

’Men. They always go for those seductive tramps!’

After her silent complaint, Vivian Quincy walked over and sat down by Beanie’s bed. Her big, beautiful eyes twinkled as she spoke in an incredibly gentle voice, "Come on, let me see your leg."

Beanie obediently stuck out his little leg. Vivian Quincy took a look. "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt at all. If you don’t believe me, Mommy, you can blow on it." Beanie shook his head, obediently extending his leg toward her.

Jasper Ford let out a soft laugh, gently tapping Beanie’s forehead with his cool fingertips. "You have no shame, do you? Can’t you blow on your own foot?"

"What’s the point of blowing on it myself?" Beanie redirected his little foot from his mommy to Jasper Ford. "How about Ford blows on it for Beanie?"

"I’m not your daddy. I’m not helping," Jasper Ford refused bluntly, leaving no room for discussion.

Beanie let out a small "Oh," and lowered his head, looking dejected. "If Ford doesn’t want to, then never mind."

He looked so pitiful, you’d think Jasper Ford had just beaten him.

This little drama king was making Jasper Ford’s skin crawl. He reached out, scooped the little guy into his arms, and held him. "Don’t push your luck."

"I’m not! I just want Ford to make it better," Beanie insisted, holding his little foot up high.

SMACK. Jasper Ford swatted his foot away. "You don’t need me to make it better. You’re just fooling around."

"Oh... sigh. It’s so pitiful to be a child without a daddy." Beanie heaved a world-weary sigh. "Ford, with an irresponsible personality like yours, you’d better not get married or have kids in the future. No one will like you if you act like this."

’Why do his words sound so grating?’ Jasper Ford wondered.

He couldn’t resist giving the little guy a light swat on the butt. "Getting sassy with me now? You little smart-mouth. *You’re* the kind of kid nobody likes."

"Oh." The smug smile on Beanie’s face vanished at Jasper Ford’s words. His little face fell.

Vivian Quincy realized Jasper Ford had misspoken and quickly said, "President Ford, you should go now. Beanie and I need to get to sleep."

Jasper Ford was about to say something else, but then he saw the glimmer of tears in Beanie’s clear eyes. He fell silent.