Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations-Chapter 1144: Hello, My Name Is Trevor

Trevor turned his head slightly, "No worries." His voice was cool and magnetic, like a vintage wine.

The car was very quiet, Trevor had also heard the girl’s tearful questioning on the other end of the phone just now.

"Where are you?" Cecilia Dunn collected her emotions and asked, "Who are you with? Jocelyn Morgan, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, no." The girl withdrew her gaze and said awkwardly, "I’m in Aethelburg, there’s an event at the Writers’ Association; anyway, some strange things happened in the past few hours, I’ll tell you later."

"Boo hoo..." Cecilia started crying again, "Jocelyn, you said how can he treat me like this? He said his mom is sick... he said he was coming to my house to propose, he said he wanted to marry me."

Trevor heard these words clearly as well, he leaned back into the seat, looking forward.

In the car, Jocelyn Morgan didn’t quite know how to comfort her, "You’ve caught him in bed with someone, and you still choose to forgive him. You should reflect on that yourself first!"

Having said that, she hung up the phone.

With a sigh, she looked out the window again and suddenly tensed up, "Oh no, I need to go to Centurion Square!"

Then she turned to Trevor, "Sir, thank you for today. I’ll treat you to dinner in Riventhal! Find a place to park up ahead, I have things to do!"

"Writers’ Association?" Trevor turned to look at her, asking, "Are you a writer?"

Jocelyn Morgan felt a bit embarrassed; she always felt awkward about this subject.

She was a writer, but she always jokingly referred to herself as a ’stay-at-home writer’ who hunkers down at home most of the time.

Trevor believed this about her.

Because he could sense a kind of sentiment from her, a subtle, indescribable quality.

"Hello, I’m Trevor," he proactively extended his hand, looking into her eyes.

Trevor?

The name suits his demeanor so well.

She gracefully extended her hand as well, "Jocelyn Morgan."

The warmth of their palms briefly intertwined, then they let go, and the car pulled over to a steady stop. Trevor pointed with his hand, "There it is, Centurion Square."

"..." Jocelyn was stunned, "Seems like you’re quite familiar with Aethelburg?" Then she smiled broadly, opened the car door, and said to him, "Goodbye!"

Trevor watched her figure dash towards the square like a rabbit.

The car started up, and he turned to look out the window until that small figure disappeared from his line of sight.

Riventhal.

Providence Hospital.

Mia Lane was admiring the scenery by the artificial lake downstairs with Ethan Dalton, training his voice.

"Try blowing up this little ball, give it a try?"

The little boy sat quietly on the bench. After some time of medical treatment, he no longer drooled, looking much cleaner.

His hair was black and thick, and his features were quite delicate.

Mia Lane squatted in front of him, handing a professional voice training device to his lips.

The siblings’ gazes met.

Ethan slowly raised his hand, took the training device from his sister’s hand, opened his mouth, bit down, and began to blow.

He understood his sister’s words and acted accordingly.

This made Mia feel very gratified, a smile spreading across her beautiful face, "Ethan, you are amazing, keep going, try again, see if you can blow it up bigger?"

"Yeah, that’s great, keep it up!"

"Let sister count for you, three, four..."

After a while, Mia felt he was diligently putting in effort but also sensed his cheeks were getting tired, "Stop, that’s enough."

Taking the training device from her brother’s hand, Mia stood up, affectionately ruffling his hair, "Ethan, you are amazing. Sister loves you."