Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 531 Ambiguous Message (4)_1
Noah Reyes's mother was gentle. It was difficult to imagine she could give birth to a son as ruthless yet as strikingly handsome as he. Yet reality was just that cruel. At birth, he was taken from his mother's side and whisked to a secret location, raised to adulthood by those most loyal to the Sect Leader. His entire education came from these people. At a very young age, he dared to kill and set fires. To become the Young Sect Leader, it took more than just being the legitimate heir; talent was essential. If he lacked talent, then the Sect Leader would have another legitimate son with his wife. If that wasn't possible, he would divorce her and remarry, seeking an heir capable of taking over the reins of the Flaming Sect.
The most mysterious and intriguing aspect of the Flaming Sect lay just there.
It was akin to an ancient imperial palace.
The environment was filled with treachery and deceit—it was either kill or be killed.
I don't want my son to endure that kind of inhuman education, Noah Reyes told himself. I want my son to grow up like an ordinary person. Even if it means contending with the sect's elders, I will persist. I also believe that my son, my own son, will naturally possess leadership qualities.
Dreams... Erotic dreams that made her blush and her heart race, stirring her soul. She dreamt of scorching deep kisses, a blend of gentleness and forceful possession, and laughter carrying a hint of tenderness...
Adele Horne suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.
Her lower abdomen felt slightly tense. She hurriedly relaxed and gently caressed her belly. My baby, three months and a few days old, she thought as her tension slowly eased.
Annoyed, she hit the bed. Her peaceful nap had been interrupted by the past that occasionally crept into her dreams. It's my nightmare, she fumed silently. How can I still occasionally think of it? Am I doomed to never escape this nightmare for the rest of my life? Worst of all, the man in my dreams has no face. No, he has a face, but I simply can't remember it. I can't recall what he looks like. The only thing I remember are those dreams.
RING, RING... The internal phone in the room suddenly rang.
Adele Horne slid off the bed, slipped into her slippers, and sat down on the couch before picking up the handset. Her tone was a bit sharp as she asked, "What is it?" Pregnancy had made her as irritable as she used to be. Julia had told her to be happy, saying that a baby born to a happy mother would be less mischievous. If she was irritable, her child would likely have a bad temper and be very mischievous.
I'm not like Julia, beloved and doted on by her older brother, living a carefree, blissful life. I'm an unwed woman, pregnant out of wedlock, subjected to pointing fingers and gossip. Everyone says it's my comeuppance, claiming I was so cruel in the past that this is divine punishment. Even though I put on an indifferent face, act strong in front of them, and am filled with maternal love for the baby in my womb, my heart still aches deeply. So, it's hard for me to be like Julia.
"Miss, a Mr. Walker would like to see you," said Uncle Ying on the phone.
Mr. Walker? Which Mr. Walker? Adele thought.
"I don't know him. Tell him to leave," she responded.
"He says he's Flynn Walker, here to compensate you for emotional damages," Uncle Ying added.
Flynn Walker? Adele Horne searched her memory. Who is that? Compensating me for emotional damages?
Suddenly, Adele remembered. She immediately hung up the phone, slipped on her jacket, and walked out of the room in her slippers.
The brother of that pervert actually found his way to my home!
Before long, Adele Horne was standing in front of Flynn Walker.
Uncle Ying hadn't let Flynn Walker into the villa. He wanted to see Miss Adele's attitude toward this stranger before deciding whether to let him in.
Flynn Walker was dressed in a gray suit and wore glasses. His prim face bore a gentle smile that felt like a spring breeze. He exuded a scholarly air, clearly someone who had grown up surrounded by books.
"Miss Horne, I'm sorry to disturb you," Flynn Walker apologized, his voice warm and gentle. A smile remained on his face, making it difficult for Adele Horne to scowl at him. She could only say indifferently, "Mr. Walker, just say what you have to say, and then you can leave."
Flynn kept his warm smile as he took out a bank card and handed it to Adele Horne. "Miss Horne, I am here to apologize again on behalf of my brother, who has now been punished. My brother has no money, so I will compensate you instead. There's one million on this card. I'm not sure if it's enough, but if you're not satisfied, just name a figure and I will bring it to you. The PIN is 666888. It's easy to remember."
Actually, Adele Horne hadn't demanded any compensation for emotional distress from them. As long as Tobby Walker faced legal consequences, she was ready to let the matter drop. After all, making a big fuss would only further tarnish her reputation, which wouldn't benefit her.
Adele Horne raised an eyebrow. She couldn't help but size up Flynn Walker carefully and glance at the bank card before saying faintly, "You're not the one who did wrong. Even if compensation were to be made, it shouldn't come from you. Go back, and don't come again." After speaking, she turned and walked towards the villa.
"Miss Horne," Flynn Walker called out to her urgently.
Adele Horne turned her head, looking at him, and asked coolly, "Is there anything else?"
"Miss Horne..." Flynn Walker still held out the bank card. As Adele Horne turned back to him, his face suddenly flushed crimson. He looked like he wanted to say something more but was hesitating.
"Mr. Walker, I don't like people who beat around the bush when they talk."
Flynn Walker's face turned even redder.
Nevertheless, he lifted his gaze, boldly looking at Adele Horne and said earnestly, "Miss Horne, could you give me a chance to care for you, love you, and cherish you?"
He wasn't a philanthropist, nor did he pity Adele Horne. But the first time he saw her photo, he'd felt that despite her bright, designer clothes and haughty appearance, there was a loneliness and sadness in her eyes. It was that touch of loneliness and sadness that had stirred his heart, compelling him to want to reach out to her, even though she had encountered some trouble, was pregnant out of wedlock, and had a tarnished reputation. He wanted to soothe her loneliness and her sadness; he wanted to make her happy, truly happy from the bottom of her heart. Unfortunately, his own brother had ruined everything, creating an even more difficult chasm between them. But he still wanted to try.
Perhaps this sounded abrupt, but he wasn't good at beating around the bush.
"What did you say?"
Adele Horne was shocked.
This college professor, whom I've only just met, is asking me for a chance? A chance? My foot! Even if the child's father showed up right in front of me now, I wouldn't give him a chance. Apart from my own brother, there isn't a single good man in the world! I don't want to get married anymore. I'll just rely on myself and the child in my belly.
"Miss Horne, it was presumptuous of me, but I'm serious. I want to date you. Could you give me that chance? I am truly sincere, Miss Horne. I won't mind your past at all; I'll accept your past, your sorrows, and your flaws," he said, his words flowing more smoothly the second time. Flynn Walker spoke with even greater sincerity.
He's crazy! Adele Horne thought. She turned around and headed back towards the villa, instructing Uncle Ying, "Uncle Ying, send him away! If he comes again, don't bother notifying me. Just drive him away!"
"Miss Horne..."
Flynn Walker stood there, at a loss, his face still flushed crimson, watching as Adele Horne's figure slowly disappeared from his sight.
Even though she was pregnant out of wedlock, even though her reputation was terrible, in his eyes, she was still a princess to be revered.
