A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 42: President, My Feet Are Uncomfortable

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: President, My Feet Are Uncomfortable

Given how things were escalating, there was no way Vivian Quincy could have escaped unscathed. But Wanda Quincy just couldn’t understand why Jasper Ford had helped her!

The servants in the courtyard had all left, and Jasper Ford clearly didn’t want to linger either. He turned to leave, his long legs taking a stride.

Wanda Quincy quickly chased after him, apologizing pitifully, "Jasper, I’m so sorry. I never expected something like this to happen. It’s all my fault you were put in such an awkward position."

"It is indeed your fault." Jasper Ford was completely blunt, continuing coldly, "Don’t invite me to these kinds of parties anymore."

"I..."

"Caden, get the car."

Before Wanda Quincy could finish, Jasper Ford cut her off. Behind him, Caden Chandler grabbed the car keys and hurried to the garage. Jasper got in the car and left immediately.

Vivian Quincy sat in the passenger seat, clearly feeling a deathly chill emanating from behind her. She pretended not to notice, lowering her head to fiddle with her phone case.

The driver, Caden Chandler, wasn’t as bold as Vivian Quincy. Nearly scared to death by his own boss, he berated Vivian in a low voice, "If you didn’t steal the ring, then you didn’t steal it. Why did you have to drag the President into it?"

Hearing this, Vivian Quincy pouted. "When did I drag the President into it?"

"When I offered to check your bag, if you had just obediently given it to me, none of this would have happened. You nearly ruined the President’s lifelong reputation." Caden thought about it. When had their President ever been wronged like this? He had all the money and power in the world; how could he possibly steal something?

But because of Vivian Quincy, not only was he stained with such suspicion, but the President had actually taken all the responsibility. ’What good deeds did Vivian Quincy do in her past life to make the President care so much about her!’

But Vivian Quincy, who was being blamed, didn’t feel it was her responsibility. She muttered unhappily with a pout, "If I had given it to you, things wouldn’t have ended so simply."

"How would it not be simple?" Caden retorted.

Sitting in the back, Jasper Ford sensed the growing tension in their exchange and reprimanded them in a deep voice, "Have you two argued enough?"

"President Ford, are you sure there were no oversights during the inspection?" ’There’s no smoke without fire.’ Caden didn’t believe Vivian Quincy was innocent.

Vivian Quincy’s face puffed up in anger. "Are you implying I stole something?"

"I’m just asking," Caden said in a low voice. "I don’t mean to blame you, I just don’t understand where that ring came from."

"How should I know?" Vivian Quincy huffed, rummaging through her purse. Her beautiful eyes were wide as she held her small bag, looking it over from left to right.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jasper Ford lazily watched Vivian Quincy’s earnest expression, her small, delicate face filled with confusion. At first, Jasper had also thought Vivian had taken the ring. But after checking her bag and finding nothing, he realized the truth of where the ring came from was known only to the maid who had accused her.

The only thing Jasper couldn’t figure out was why the maid would target Vivian Quincy. Was it because of Wanda Quincy?

Jasper Ford felt a little tired. He leaned back against the seat, his eyes tightly shut as if he had fallen asleep.

They weren’t far from Vivian Quincy’s home. Caden asked, "President Ford, should we drop Assistant Quincy home first, or should we just let her out on the side of the road?"

Jasper Ford’s voice was lazy and sexy. "Take her home."

Vivian Quincy wanted to go back to the Ford Family residence with Jasper Ford, so she quickly waved her hands in refusal. "No need, I’m not in a hurry! The President is tired, take him back first!"

Caden frowned. "But the Ford residence is very far from your place. You probably won’t be able to get a ride back later."

’No ride?

Isn’t that perfect!

I can bum a spot to sleep!’

A triumphant smile tugged at the corner of Vivian Quincy’s lips. "It’s fine. As an assistant, there’s no reason to make my boss wait. Let’s take the President back first. Hurry up and drive."

Caden tilted his head. "Why do you have such a creepy smile on your face?"

"I’m not! When was I smiling? Don’t you frame me!" Vivian Quincy mumbled guiltily, her small hands resting on the back of the passenger seat. She blinked her big eyes. "President Ford, sir, my feet are uncomfortable. Could I go to your place and borrow a pair of slippers?"

Her voice was incredibly soft and sweet!

Caden, who was driving, slammed on the brakes and let out a loud cough, his face extremely awkward. "Assistant Quincy, I think if you’re not feeling well, you should just go home."

"Mind your own business!" Vivian Quincy glared at Caden. ’Beanie is still at Jasper Ford’s house,’ she thought. ’I didn’t find him when I went to the women and children’s hospital today, I only got a message from him saying he was fine.’ But Vivian was still worried. Mustering her patience and swallowing her pride, she continued to ask Jasper Ford, "May I, President Ford?"

"Assistant Quincy, you should just shut up," Caden hastily reminded her in a low voice. He thought Vivian Quincy had gone crazy. In all his years, this was the first time Caden had ever seen someone dare to ask their President to borrow slippers!

Afraid that Vivian Quincy would cross one of the President’s lines and get fired, Caden frantically tried to signal her with his eyes. But Vivian saw it and pretended she didn’t, blinking as she stared at Jasper Ford with pleading eyes.

Perhaps her stare was too intense. Jasper Ford, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them and said, "Caden, drive her home."

"Yes, President Ford." Caden breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to make a U-turn at the upcoming intersection. ’I knew it,’ he thought. ’How could the President possibly agree to Vivian Quincy’s request?’

Vivian Quincy wasn’t angry at the rejection. She said persistently, "President Ford, actually, after visiting your home last time, I fell deeply in love with your big house. I want to see it one more time before I go home to motivate myself to work hard and earn money. Please don’t refuse me."

Jasper Ford gave her a cold look. "Instead of borrowing slippers, I’d prefer you borrow a bed."

Vivian Quincy’s beautiful eyes shone with excitement. "So the President agrees? Which bed?"

"My bed," the devastatingly handsome man replied slowly, his answer just two words.

Caden, who was driving, felt his hands tremble. He couldn’t help but wipe away the cold sweat that was beading on his forehead. ’Oh my god, I think I just heard something I wasn’t supposed to hear.’

’When did these two get to this stage? Didn’t the President say Vivian Quincy was a tainted, bad woman? Or has the President gone crazy like Hayden Kaye, falling under this wicked woman’s spell!’

Caden drove with one hand while wiping away sweat with the other.

Vivian Quincy didn’t notice Caden’s strange behavior at all. She leaned obediently over the back of her seat and asked Jasper Ford, "Can I choose something else? I can sleep on the sofa."

"Why don’t you just say you’ll sleep on the balcony?" Jasper Ford’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Vivian Quincy thought for a moment. "That works too. The floor is also fine." As long as she could get into Jasper Ford’s house and see Beanie, Vivian didn’t feel wronged in the slightest. She agreed readily.

Driving the car, Caden was nearly scared to death by their conversation. How could their abstinent President be discussing a private topic like sleeping in a bed versus on the sofa with Vivian Quincy?

’A single man and a single woman, alone... isn’t this weird!’

Caden felt he must be going crazy to be having such a terrifying hallucination.