Is it morning already? She asked herself. Ca.s.sie sit up and look around. Quinn wasn't in the bed anymore, but it's still early, right? She remembers the red notebook Doctor Derek gave her.

She takes out the notebook from the drawer of the bedside table and began writing the dream she remembers from last night… after writing them, she read it over and over again. She wonders, who's conversation are these?

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"Someday…"

"And when that would be?"

"..... Let me see… maybe when you are 18…"

"That long? You will leave again that long?"

"No… I'll come back sooner…"

"Could you promise?"

"No matter what happens, I'll come back home…"

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She holds her head, it's a bit hurting but she doesn't feel nauseating. Ca.s.sie heard the bathroom door opens... she saw Quinn stepping out and she unconsciously stared at his naked body. When she gets back to her senses, she quickly looks away and avoids meeting his hot gazes. Grateful, Quinn at least remembers to cover that lower part of his body.

Quinn glance at the notebook she is holding before he went to their walk-in wardrobe. Ca.s.sie put back the notebook on the drawer but still remembering those faint voices inside her head. She then realizes, she hasn't had a morning sickness today. It is a bit surprising.

Quinn saw Ca.s.sie quietly sitting on the bed while leaning on the headboard. "I'll make our breakfast now."

He quickly went to the kitchen and make a quick breakfast. He wore an ap.r.o.n and began frying some bacon and sausage while toasting a b.u.t.tered bread. Maybe Ca.s.sandra would like some juice, so he prepared a gla.s.s of fresh orange juice. He was arranging them on the plates when Mrs. Fe approach him.

"Good morning, Master…" Mrs. Fe gathered the courage to talk to her boss. "Am hoping the Mistress is doing fine."

Quinn examines the old lady's facial expression, he is guessing there's something happens in the mansion.

"What is it, Mrs. Fe?"

"Am very worried when the Mistress hasn't eaten yesterday. I am glad that looks like you both are on good terms."

Quinn is a little confused but he let the old lady keep talking.

"Am sorry, Master Crow, I already scolded the maids for their mistakes, and reminded them again the rules of this mansion. They were slacking off lately, and gossiping a lot around the Mistress, I promise to manage them well."

"What do you mean by that, Mrs. Fe? Did Ca.s.sandra leave her room yesterday?"

"Yes, master. The Mistress came to the kitchen to pitch some water when she saw the maids watching the news about you and the other woman. Of course, the Mistress would normally get jealous and she should avoid seeing this issues."

Quinn made the realization. Is Ca.s.sandra throwing a tantrum last night when he arrives because she got jealous? He hid his smile.

"Okay, Mrs. Fe... Am hoping everyone would be careful from now on. Ca.s.sandra has a difficult time and sensitive pregnancy. Besides, I did not pick up Princess Aria alone. Her brother is with us the whole time." Even though he doesn't need to explain to anyone, but he wants to clarify some misunderstandings by other people.

"Understood, Master Crow." The old lady bows.

"Thank you, Mrs. Fe," Quinn thanked the lady then carry the food tray.

He saw Ca.s.sandra was tapping on her phone. He was curious if who is she talks to this early. But thinking that Ca.s.sandra got jealous after she learns the baseless gossip yesterday, it made him happy.

He truly doesn't know what she is thinking until now since she learned the truth. She has been silent and doesn't share what's on her mind. Sometimes, he more wanted for her to openly angry at him, and accuse him, and ask him whatever… that would be better, but Ca.s.sandra stayed silent and just keep it to herself. He wishes that she would one day shared what she really thinks.

"Let's now eat. I made some fresh orange juice if you would prefer. But if you don't like it, I will call the kitchen to make you another fruit juice…"

"Don't bother that much…" Ca.s.sie replied and began taking some bite of the b.u.t.tered bread he toasted.

Quinn badly wanted to hold her, but it might upset her if he made a sudden move she won't like.

"I'll come home early this evening. Do you want some barbecue for dinner? The forecast said the moon would show up tonight, it will be a bright night," he attempted to make a light conversation.

"Okay."

Ca.s.sie just replied one word, but Quinn would prefer it than she won't talk to him completely.

"I want some blueberry jam."

"Blueberry jam?" Did his kitchen has a blueberry jam? "I'll call the kitchen and ask."

Quinn quickly called the kitchen but the blueberry jam is currently out of stock because the market was also don't have a display, both from his Mall supermarket and the City's largest supermarket.

Mr. Son personally talks to his Master outside of Ca.s.sie's bedroom.

"What? Why no one does report this to me immediately? You should quickly find out other ways to get them!"

The old butler just listens to his Master, waiting for the further lecture.

"Mr. Son, I want you to check out which country has blueberry jam available. I want it tonight," Shun ordered the butler.

Mr. Son was left outside with a great shock on his face. And where the h.e.l.l he would order a blueberry jam to arrive within 12 hours? Cold sweat began rus.h.i.+ng from the old man's forehead. This poor man was given a very difficult task he ever receives his entire life. The Chairman gives him at least a 24 hours extension which it's a little easier than this one.

A blueberry jam should fly and arrive within 12 hours! How long does commercial plane take the whole flight? The butler began to panic. He understands that his Master wanted to reconcile with the Mistress because of the gossip yesterday, which she is pregnant and his master won't take a risk. It might affect the Mistress pregnancy and he will be the reason! He has to order a blueberry jam and should be delivered today!

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