A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 148: Daddy, I Miss You So Much

Maybe it was because of his injury, but Beanie was a mess when he slept. He tossed and turned, striking a new pose every minute. He looked just like a little piglet.

Jasper Ford, worried he might accidentally touch Beanie’s injury, kept his distance. Hours passed, and he was still wide awake!

’This kid is such a handful.’

He was just a tiny little thing, but he’d manage to spin around several times in his sleep. ’This bed is only big enough for Beanie,’ Jasper Ford thought. ’There’s no room for anyone else!’

’Such a restless little thing. So annoying!’

But when he took a good look at Beanie’s face, Jasper Ford felt a sense of ease. The little guy was handsome, with exceptionally delicate features... a bit like a certain someone.

The image of Vivian Quincy’s lovely face involuntarily surfaced in his mind, vexing him. He covered Beanie’s face with his large hand and turned the boy’s head away.

"Mmm..." Beanie mumbled. The small boy instinctively snuggled into Jasper Ford’s arms, whispering softly in his sleepy haze, "Daddy..."

All sleepiness vanished from the man. Stunned by that single word, he looked down in disbelief at Beanie’s palm-sized face.

"Who are you calling Daddy?" he finally couldn’t help but ask.

The little guy didn’t answer, just nuzzled his small face against Jasper Ford’s chest.

"Don’t just call anyone that." Jasper Ford tapped Beanie’s forehead, clearly displeased. But despite his annoyance, he was profoundly shaken.

He felt flustered. ’Fine, let Beanie have the bed to himself.’

’He’s a big boy now; he should learn to sleep on his own.’

Jasper Ford got up, deciding not to fight Beanie for the covers. He groggily stumbled toward his own bedroom, his eyes half-closed with sleep.

He didn’t turn on the light, finding the bed purely by instinct. He pulled back the covers, slipped in, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Jasper Ford’s movements were light. In fact, he could be quite a gentle person, a side of him that outsiders never saw. Everyone assumed he was cold, ruthless, and terrifying.

After sleeping for a while, Jasper Ford started to feel hot. He shifted uncomfortably. Shaking off the grip of sleep, he suddenly snapped his eyes open and glanced behind him. The room was dark, save for a single sliver of light filtering through a gap in the curtains. By this faint light, Jasper could vaguely make out the profile of a sleeping girl.

She was sleeping peacefully, her breathing even and steady. The faint, pleasant fragrance from her body drifted to him.

’How can it be her?’

Jasper Ford felt a headache coming on.

A sudden, inexplicable annoyance toward Vivian Quincy washed over him, making him very uncomfortable. He prepared to get up and leave, but the sleeping girl beside him suddenly rolled over, draping her arms and legs over him. She was using him as a giant body pillow!

’The absolute nerve of her!’

Jasper Ford was so exasperated with Vivian Quincy that he almost laughed.

He impatiently tried to push her limbs off, but the woman clung tightly to her "pillow," just like Beanie.

’Like mother, like son.’

"Wake up," Jasper Ford said, displeased.

Vivian Quincy didn’t stir.

Jasper Ford gave up and patted her on the cheek a couple of times. "Woman, I’m talking to you. Can’t you hear me?"

Vivian Quincy remained motionless, sleeping like a log. She and Beanie were truly cut from the same cloth. ’If I had known, I would have put these two little hellions in the same room,’ he thought. ’Then I wouldn’t be tortured to the point of sleeplessness.’

Jasper Ford’s mood soured. He grabbed Vivian Quincy and lifted her as if she were a kitten, causing her to whimper in pain. She just clutched the blanket, curled into a ball, and didn’t even open her eyes.

For the first time in his life, Jasper Ford felt utterly ignored. He tugged at his collar. Whether it was from anger at Vivian Quincy or something else, he felt incredibly hot. ’Who set the air conditioning this high? Are they trying to cook someone alive?’

With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the remote from the nightstand. Jasper Ford set the air conditioner to its lowest temperature, but he still felt hot. He was getting agitated. He had to get out of this furnace! It was no place for a person to be.

Jasper Ford started to get up, but the girl beside him suddenly pressed closer, wrapping her cool body around him and murmuring, "So cold."

Jasper Ford froze. Suppressing his rage, he asked, "Vivian Quincy, do you have any idea what you’re doing?"

His voice was seething with anger.

’She must be doing this on purpose!’ Jasper Ford thought.

Jasper Ford was already exercising immense self-control. He warned her, "Get your hands and feet off of me."

The girl didn’t move a muscle, sleeping with exceptional tranquility.

Jasper Ford’s patience snapped. With a sudden heave, he threw her toward the corner of the bed.

Vivian Quincy’s head hit the wall, the pain jolting her awake. She groggily opened her eyes to see her boss standing over her, his eyes practically bloodshot with fury. Vivian Quincy shrieked in fear and instinctively scrambled back. "Wh-what did you do to me?"

"Shouldn’t I be asking you that?" ’Can women be this shameless in their sleep?’

Jasper Ford was furious. However, now that Vivian Quincy was awake, he saw no need to waste any more time on her. "Get down."

"D-do what?" Vivian Quincy’s eyes were glued to Jasper Ford’s pajamas. Then, her head snapped toward the door. ’Oh, great, it’s locked from the inside.’ She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was the middle of the night. Everyone else in the villa was asleep. ’What is Jasper Ford doing in here so late?’

The more Vivian Quincy thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her small frame trembled uncontrollably as she asked, her voice quivering, "Aren’t you supposed to be in Beanie’s room? Why are you here...?"

Before Vivian Quincy could finish her sentence, Jasper Ford impatiently grabbed her. The next thing she knew, she was on the floor!

Jasper Ford was truly ruthless. Vivian Quincy felt as if he had nearly torn her arm off. She sucked in a sharp breath of pain and glared at him, her eyes red. "You brute!"

"Go next door," Jasper Ford told her.

Vivian Quincy refused.

"What? You want to share the bed?" Jasper Ford’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Not to be outdone, Vivian Quincy retorted through gritted teeth, "You’ve got the wrong idea, Mr. CEO. I just find a man who goes back on his word, breaks his promises, and attacks people in the middle of the night to be completely detestable. I’m telling you, I’m leaving now! I’d rather sleep in the hallway or a garbage can than be in the same room as you!"

"Heh." Jasper Ford let out an amused chuckle. He rose to his feet, looming over the woman on the floor. His cool fingers tilted her chin up. "You really do have some nerve." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"I’m just speaking the truth!" Vivian Quincy answered resentfully. She truly disliked this insufferably domineering man who did nothing but bully her. She felt so aggrieved.

But then, Jasper Ford suddenly kissed her.

Vivian Quincy froze, completely dumbfounded.

Her eyes flew open in disbelief, too shocked by Jasper Ford’s sudden move to even flinch.

"Still feel like talking back?" the man’s gaze was vicious.

Mortified and furious, Vivian Quincy cursed, "You bastard!"

A cold glint flashed in Jasper Ford’s eyes. ’It seems this woman isn’t just brazen, she has no respect for me at all. Does she think she has people out there to back her up?’

’Has Vivian Quincy forgotten that in all of Crestfall, his word is law?’