A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 43: Did You Know Each Other Before?

Caden Chandler tried to keep quiet, using silence to minimize his presence.

He had thought Vivian Quincy would notice him and show some restraint. But who would have guessed that Vivian completely ignored him, the chief assistant? If not for the front passenger seat acting as a barrier, Caden suspected Vivian would have crawled over and thrown herself onto Jasper Ford’s lap!

The car swayed as it drove on. Caden was distracted, while Vivian told him to keep driving toward the Ford Family’s estate.

Jasper Ford didn’t stop her, which was a silent approval. His thin, sexy lips curved into a handsome smile as he thoughtfully sized up Vivian’s cunning eyes. There was no doubt she was plotting something.

But Jasper couldn’t figure out what at his home could have captured Vivian’s interest so intensely.

The car slowly drove into the Ford Family’s compound. At ten o’clock at night, there was hardly anyone around inside the Ford estate except for a few guards.

After parking the car, Caden unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, and ran to open Jasper Ford’s door. "I’ll send Quincy back in a bit," he said. "Please don’t worry, President."

Having been named, Vivian Quincy slipped out of the car, craned her neck, and said to Caden opposite her, "I’m going inside to borrow a pair of slippers."

"That’s enough," Caden warned in a low voice. ’She’s a grown woman, and she needs to borrow slippers?’ Caden couldn’t figure out what Vivian was up to, but he knew he just had to drag her away.

But Vivian refused to cooperate. She scurried behind Jasper Ford in a few quick steps, tugged on his sleeve, and looked back at Caden. "The President just promised to lend me slippers. If you’re going to take me home, you’ll have to wait."

Jasper Ford looked down, his expression complicated as he watched Vivian’s hand clutching his sleeve. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel disgusted.

Usually, when Wanda Quincy got close to him, he would feel a sense of revulsion. But this Vivian Quincy...

A strange light flickered in the depths of Jasper Ford’s dark eyes, but he said nothing, simply letting Vivian pull him forward by his sleeve.

Vivian didn’t notice the way Jasper was looking at her at all, but Caden did. His eyes were wide as he stared at Vivian’s hand, his whole body stiff. ’The President is actually letting Vivian grab his sleeve! Has the President lost his mind?’

Caden stood frozen in place, no longer daring to call out to Vivian. He just watched as this audacious little woman pulled their President into the house by his sleeve, feeling incredibly jealous!

After following Jasper Ford and sneaking into the Ford Family home, Vivian immediately let go of his arm the moment they were inside. The man’s brow tightened.

"Good evening, Young Master." A maid saw Jasper return and immediately put on her gloves to help him change his shoes. She then said to Vivian in surprise, "Miss, would you please change your shoes before coming in?"

Vivian, who had wanted to slip in quietly to find Beanie Quincy, stopped and bent down to take off her high heels.

Jasper’s peripheral vision caught sight of the raw, scraped skin on the back of Vivian’s heels. He said in a deep voice, "Find her a pair of slippers that fit."

"Of course." The maid thoughtfully opened the shoe cabinet and found a pair of pink slippers for Vivian.

"Thank you." After changing her shoes, Vivian asked Jasper, "May I come in?"

"You may," Jasper replied coldly, then said to the maid, "Go get me some rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs."

"Yes, sir." The maid replied quietly and turned to go to the storage room.

Jasper told Vivian to sit on the sofa and not move, and she obediently listened. Noticing a child’s toy on the coffee table, she couldn’t help but ask, "Does the President have a child in the house?"

Jasper raised an eyebrow at her. "Why do you ask?"

Vivian picked up the toy from the table. "I just saw this and was curious."

Jasper took the alcohol and cotton swabs from the maid, also grabbing two adhesive bandages and tossing them on the table. "Tend to it yourself, then have Caden take you home."

"Thank you, President." Vivian hadn’t expected Jasper to have such a thoughtful side. A lovely smile appeared on her face as she lowered her head and quickly began to disinfect the wound on her heel.

She seemed to get injured often, as she was very skilled at treating wounds. Jasper knew that applying alcohol to a cut was painful, and an ordinary girl would likely cry out in pain, but Vivian didn’t even make a sound. He had underestimated this little woman.

Jasper leaned back on the sofa, his long, fair hand propping up his temple as he watched Vivian’s pretty little hands thoughtfully. "Do you know Wanda Quincy?" he asked.

Vivian stiffened and looked up. "Why do you ask, President?"

"Do you know her?" Jasper repeated.

Vivian thought for a moment. ’He must suspect something about us.’ So, she decided to just admit it. "Yes, I do."

The man’s gaze turned cold.

Vivian continued, "She’s the President’s fiancée. Who in the entire company doesn’t know her? She even sought me out when I was first transferred to the secretarial department."

"Is that all?" Jasper’s gaze was full of pressure.

Vivian looked up at him. "What else could there be? Does the President think I knew her before? Is that why she had her family’s maid frame me at an event like that?"

Jasper Ford did not speak.

After treating her wound, Vivian carefully capped the rubbing alcohol and handed it back to Jasper. "I’m done."

"I’ll give you a day off tomorrow." Jasper didn’t take the alcohol she offered, instead calling a maid to see Vivian out.

Vivian hadn’t seen Beanie Quincy, and she wasn’t happy about it. Her small hands gripped the sofa as she racked her brain for a few seconds, but she couldn’t come up with an excuse to stay.

Something fragrant was stewing in the kitchen, and the aroma could be smelled from far away. Vivian’s stomach let out two shameless RUMBLES. She couldn’t help but glance at a maid carrying a tray and walking softly upstairs. Blushing, Vivian asked, "Is the President’s household having a late-night snack?"

"There’s a child in the house who plays hard during the day and gets hungry easily. You can go now," Jasper said bluntly. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Vivian let out a disappointed "oh," reluctantly pulling her gaze away. She desperately wanted to go upstairs and take Beanie away, but when she saw Jasper’s cold, emotionless face, she fell silent, lowered her head, and turned to leave.

Her lonely figure looked somewhat pitiful from behind.

Only after Vivian had left did Jasper go upstairs. His room was past the guest room where Beanie Quincy was staying. Although he knew the child was quite a handful, he was still a guest in his house and had a cold. Feeling uneasy, Jasper pushed the door open to take a look. He saw three to five people gathered around the bed, and there was a puddle of vomit on the floor.

And on the bed sat a pale little bundle, huddled in Madam Ford’s arms, looking as if he were on his last breath.

Seeing this, Jasper Ford’s heart clenched painfully. He strode into the room and demanded in a stern voice, "What’s wrong with him?"

Madam Ford looked up and saw that Jasper had returned. Her eyes reddened with distress. "The child has a fever and has been vomiting constantly. He hasn’t eaten all day."

"Wasn’t he fine this morning?" Jasper walked over and placed his hand on Beanie Quincy’s forehead. It was burning hot. "Has he taken his medicine? Did you take him to the hospital?" he asked.

Madam Ford said, "We just got back from the hospital. We only brought him home after his fever went down, but who knew it would come back just now."