Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 67: Tonight, She Will Help Them Consummate Their Marriage!

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Tonight, She Will Help Them Consummate Their Marriage!

Only ten days are left until the end of the cooling-off period.

Vera quickly calmed down, "In others’ eyes, I’m just a lunatic. I don’t want to come out and expose myself anymore."

Ian Kane was a bit surprised, yet it was within his expectations.

He was quite satisfied that she had such a thought.

It was also the result of his painstaking "taming" efforts.

His large hand covered the back of her head, gently rubbing it, "Don’t be upset, this little salary should have been quit long ago."

Vera hummed softly in her heart.

What she considered a career of faith was merely a salaried job in his eyes.

To think she once truly believed he was her "soulmate."

...

When they got home, Ian Kane took off his suit jacket, but Maeve was nowhere to be seen.

Vera said, "Maeve’s grandson in her hometown got sick, I gave her a few days off."

Maeve’s grandson indeed was hospitalized with pneumonia, and during a chat, she mentioned it, giving Vera a chance to send her away.

In the next few days, she planned to sell all the jewelry.

Ian Kane hung up the suit, frowning, "How can we manage without her? Let’s transfer Nanny Hale from the old manor later."

Vera raised her eyelids, the corners of her lips curling up, "No need, I’m not familiar with Nanny Hale, it would be awkward. We can get a cleaner for housekeeping, and I can cook myself, it’s just for a few days."

Ian Kane nodded, unfastening his cufflinks, his eyes soft and smiling, voice gentle and deep, "I’ll cook tonight."

Vera took the cufflinks, watching his domestic, model husband demeanor as he walked to the kitchen to cook for her, remembering Maeve Holloway’s analysis from last night on the phone.

She said that Ian Kane’s passionate pursuit over six years, his persistence, and resilience, might have been a hunt for her.

That the harder she was to catch, the more he wanted to conquer, to satisfy his own narcissistic needs.

Like a need for control.

Hence, all those deep feelings were a deliberately set bait to completely confuse her, making her lost and indulgent in the "perfect illusion" he created.

It was all fake.

Vera turned around, her arms tightly wrapped around herself, tilting her face up to prevent tears from falling.

She didn’t want to be upset over a liar anymore.

...

The next day was Jean Crowe’s birthday.

It wasn’t a round-numbered milestone, so in principle, just a simple family gathering would suffice, and in past years, no one in Kane Manor would remember her birthday.

But, times have changed.

Ian Kane is now the head of the family, enabling Jean Crowe to live in the main residence, becoming the mistress, so her birthday celebration naturally involved all the Kanes.

Even if most of them were unwilling.

At ten in the morning, the Phantom slowly drove through the gates of Kane Residence, heading several dozen meters inside, circling the fountain pool, and parked in the designated spot under the gaze of the Kanes.

The driver opened the rear car door for Ian Kane.

A man in a tailored suit got out of the car, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as he buttoned up his jacket, exuding an oppressive aura.

He walked to the other side to open the car door for his beloved wife with great care.

At the far end of the crowd, Serena Everett quietly watched this scene, digging her fingers into her palm.

Vera walked hand in hand with Ian Kane towards the Kanes.

From a distance, her mother-in-law, holding Buddha Beads and wearing a set of Emperor Green Jade, greeted them with a benevolent smile.

When they got close, she still maintained a maternal demeanor, grasping Vera’s right hand with both of hers, "Vera, wearing so little, aren’t you cold?"

Vera smiled and shook her head lightly, "Mom, I’m not cold."

Thinking, it’s nearly May already.

Jean Crowe turned to lead her towards the crowd, "Seeing Vera back makes me happier than seeing Thea Kane!"

There were subtle expressions on everyone’s faces.

Last time, Jean Crowe threw a candlestick at Vera in the northwest corner building, and the whole Kane Residence knew about it.

Mrs. Kane, feeling indignant, deliberately brought up the sore point, her gaze landing on Vera’s flat abdomen, "Auntie, no news from Vera’s belly yet?"

"Ian schemed his way to the top, but without an heir, how can it be? Let’s not let it benefit outsiders!"

When she said this, it felt as though a chill wind blew through the sunshine-filled April day, and everyone’s backs felt cold.

Ian Kane’s jaw tightened, his deep black eyes under thick eyebrows briefly and blandly swept over Mrs. Kane, neither quite smiling nor displaying anger, yet the air pressure around him seemed low.

Meanwhile, Jean Crowe was pinching Vera’s hand hard, her face so dark it seemed to drip water.

Vera winced in pain, trying to free herself.

But Jean Crowe wouldn’t let go and glared at her angrily from an angle others couldn’t see, before smilingly turning to Mrs. Kane, "Sister-in-law, our Ian is busy with countless affairs daily, unlike those good-for-nothing young men, where’s the time to make babies?"

"Don’t worry about our heir issue, it will be resolved soon! Vera quit her job so she can focus on preparing for pregnancy at home!" she declared emphatically.

Vera: "..."

Her mother-in-law always wanted to save face, even if it meant pretending.

Mrs. Kane knew about Vera’s issues, "Auntie, I’ll wait for the wedding banquet news from you guys then!"

She carried her Hermes bag, lifting her head high, and walked towards the parking area.

She wouldn’t attend a sister-in-law’s birthday!

Ian Kane turned his head, watching her back, "Auntie, are you rushing to Africa to visit Uncle? I heard there’s a dengue fever trend, be careful not to catch it, it’s safer within the country."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Kane halted her steps and turned her almond-shaped eyes.

Gradually, she realized he was intimidating her!

After Liam Kane failed in his last power struggle, Ian Kane had sent him to Africa to oversee the Kane Group’s infrastructure project there.

In such a backward and chaotic place, it would be a matter of moments to take Liam Kane’s life! The more she thought about it, the more terrified Mrs. Kane became, and she quickly turned around.

"Ian, I’m just going to the car to get something, not leaving. Today is your mother’s birthday, how could I be absent?"

Ian Kane glanced at her and turned toward the main house, each step exuding the arrogance of someone in power.

Vera only saw that Ian Kane was using Liam Kane to manipulate Mrs. Kane but didn’t think of it in a dark way.

...

After the family luncheon at noon, Vera, while Ian Kane was still socializing, quietly went up to the second floor to contact Maeve Holloway.

At that moment, Maeve was with people from a jewelry company taking jewelry at her house, and all the surveillance cameras in the villa were turned off.

After packing all the jewelry into boxes, Maeve sent several photos one after another, asking her: Rich lady, please check carefully, are these all correct?

Vera opened each photo, inspecting them closely.

Unbeknownst to her, Ian Kane had come upstairs and suddenly embraced her from behind the sofa, "Honey, what are you looking at?"

Vera stiffened.

The man reeked of alcohol, his flushed, warm cheek pressed against hers, "Aren’t these your jewels? This Emperor Green Jade brooch was what I gave you for Valentine’s Day this year."

"Yes, I’ve got nothing to do, just scrolling through my phone’s album." She lied calmly, while the corner of her eyes caught a familiar figure downstairs.

It was Serena Everett, accompanied by a handsome man.

Rumor had it that he was her current matchmaking prospect.

Ian Kane nuzzled against her cheek, his tone carrying the laziness of slight inebriation, "Let me see if there are any photos of me in your album?"

"Hey, are Serena and that Young Master Shaw really dating? They seem quite close..." Vera deliberately diverted his attention.

Ian Kane obviously paused, following her line of sight out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Today, Serena was wearing a silk cheongsam that outlined her graceful curves, and Evan Shaw’s hand rested on her lower back, seemingly slowly moving down.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he straightened up, "Honey, what does it have to do with me... I’m going to the bathroom."

Vera replied with an "Mm," turning her head to watch his retreating figure, her lips curling slightly.

Her alabaster fingers gripped the phone tightly, the layers of white and red beneath her transparent nails were extraordinarily distinct.

After a while, she watched as Serena downstairs received a phone call and left Evan behind.

Vera’s heart was still trembling uncontrollably, but she couldn’t tell if it was out of anger or pain.

That afternoon, after she used Serena to distract Ian Kane, she successfully sold the jewelry, preparing for her departure from him.

She didn’t know where Ian Kane and Serena had gone to tryst, and even as twilight fell, he was nowhere to be seen.

In the evening, fireworks were set off in the yard to celebrate.

She was called to the dining room by Jean Crowe to eat longevity noodles with her.

"Vera, Ian taking you skiing in Valdania shows your importance in his heart. His childhood wish was for his father to take him skiing, but that short-lived fellow only cared about his illegitimate child outside and never took Ian out to play."

"Poor Ian, destined to have his wishes never fulfilled in his lifetime..." Jean Crowe’s voice faltered.

Vera gripped her chopsticks tightly, her expression indifferent, waiting for her mother-in-law’s next words.

Jean Crowe wiped her tears and looked at her across the table, "Vera, I had my prejudices against you in the past, but I’ve moved on and let go. I only ask you to give Ian a child so he can have an heir, and when I see his short-lived father in the afterlife, I can hold my head up."

As expected, the topic circled back to having a child, and Vera smiled insincerely, "Mom, are you suggesting I do IVF?"

Jean Crowe smiled kindly, glancing at the bowl in front of her, "IVF is too troublesome, and it’s suffering too. Mom has a better idea for you two."

Vera was puzzled, and at this moment, she clearly felt her throat becoming dry and her cheeks flushing. She held onto the table to stand up but fell back softly.

Jean Crowe, using the lamp’s light, examined her flushed face with joy, then instructed the housekeeper, "The medicine is working, Nanny Hale, help the young lady upstairs to rest."

Vera realized something was wrong, "Wha, what medicine?"

"What did you give me?" she questioned, lacking even the strength to clench her fists.

Her eyes grew dark, her consciousness gradually becoming hazy.

Jean Crowe said nothing, watching as Vera was helped up from the chair by Nanny Hale and another maid, and she picked up the phone to call Ian Kane.

What psychological barriers? Rejecting intimate contact? Even an old nun, after taking the medicine, will be as fierce as a lioness!

Tonight, she was going to help the couple consummate their marriage!

Kane Residence, southwest corner building.

The urgent vibration of the phone interrupted the tangled figures of a man and a woman on the attic sofa.

Ian Kane mercilessly pushed the woman in his arms away, picked up the phone, walked to the window, and cleared his husky throat, "Mom."

Jean Crowe, "Ian, come back quickly, Vera is, she’s not well!"

Ian Kane’s expression suddenly darkened, "What’s wrong with her?!"

Serena Everett listened to his anxious voice, gripping the armrest tightly.

He picked up the white shirt from the floor, covering his back lined with red scratch marks, and his tall, upright figure quickly disappeared out the door.

Ten minutes later, Ian Kane returned to the main house.

Just reaching the second floor, he encountered Jean Crowe, "Mom, is Vera not feeling well? Has a doctor been called?"

Seeing him return, Jean Crowe’s face lit up with joy, "Ian, Vera needs you, hurry up and go in, don’t keep her waiting in vain, today is just the right day."

Ian Kane frowned, not quite understanding her meaning, and strode towards the easternmost bedroom, pushing the door open.

As soon as he entered, he heard a series of soft, ambiguous moans.