Chapter 424 - Francis Walter (2)

Bernice looked at the rearview mirror and curiously turned her head to look at Jaquan.

Jaquan sensed her gaze and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Bernice looked at him for a moment before she said, "I'm curious about why she likes you."

Jaquan didn't know how to answer.

"She is cool. She is not close to any of her siblings. She prefers to be alone. I never thought that she would be so... impulsive." Bernice paused for a while before she came up with a suitable word.

Emma opened her mouth but finally did not retort.

In fact, Bernice was right. That night, she was impulsive.

"Because of... my face?" Jaquan raised his head and looked at the rearview mirror.

Emma didn't know what to say.

Bernice looked at Emma in the back seat and teased her, "You are truly my daughter, good taste!"

Everyone laughed in the car. Stony was confused, but he also laughed happily.

Emma asked Stony, "What are you laughing at?"

Stony giggled, "That pretty auntie says that Mr. Jaquan is handsome!"

People in the car all looked at Stony.

The car suddenly became silent.

Bernice, who was called pretty auntie, stretched her head to the back seat and stared at Stony for a few seconds. Suddenly, she laughed loudly and asked, "You call me pretty auntie? What about the man with the thick eyebrows that looked fierce just now? What did you call him?"

Stony answered hesitantly, "...Grandpa?"

Bernice couldn't help but laugh.

Bernice could barely conceal her pride and said to Emma, "Gosh! I like him so much."

Emma was lost for words.

Emma pinched between her eyebrows and told Stony, "You can't call her auntie. I'll introduce them to you later. You have to call her grandmother."

"Grandmother? Just like the story 'Little Red Riding Hood'?" Stony asked.

"Yes."

Stony looked at Bernice carefully and said with confusion, "But she is not old at all."

Emma didn't know how to explain.

Bernice was overjoyed. She did not care about this and encouraged Stony, "Yes, you can call me any title as you want. Don't worry about them."

Emma sighed.

Then she shouted resignedly, "Mom."

Stony was shocked. He looked at Emma with his big eyes and then at Bernice in the passenger seat. He was stunned for a long time before he asked, "Is she mother's mother?"

Emma nodded.

Stony looked at her in surprise, "Mom, do you have a Mom too?"

Stony hadn't seen his grandparents since he was born. Just as he asked this question, the entire car became quiet. Unlike the relaxing and cheerful atmosphere before, the silence at this moment showed some sorrow.

"Yes, I also have mother and father." Emma said softly.

"Then..." Stony looked at her, his eyes filled with anticipation, but he did not continue the sentence.

Emma guessed what he wanted to ask and raised her head to meet Jaquan's gaze in the rearview mirror.

The car stopped. Everyone in the car seemed to be waiting for an answer from Emma. Felice also looked at Emma nervously. Bernice just looked away.

Emma looked at Stony and finally nodded, "You have one too."

"Do I also have a... Dad?" Stony asked in disbelief, "Francis Walter?"

No one could laugh at such a funny scene.

Emma did not know how to explain it. Although she was cool, she would not lie to Stony. The biggest lie in her life was probably telling Stony that his father had gone abroad.

Emma hesitated for a moment and the car door was opened. Jaquan's handsome face was revealed beneath the blinding lights. His eyes were shining, and he stared straight at Emma like Stony, waiting for her answer.

Felice quietly got off the car to make room for them.

Bernice also smiled as she lightly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

There was only a family of three left in the car.

Stony finally noticed something. He looked at Jaquan and said in a daze, "I know. Mr. Jaquan is going to be my father, isn't he?"

"I'm not going to be your father," Jaquan corrected. "I am your father."

Stony didn't understand. He looked at his mother as if he wanted an answer. Emma nodded lightly and said, "Yes."

"Mr. Jaquan will no longer be Mr. Jaquan?" Stony frowned.

"Are you unhappy?" Jaquan asked, "Don't you like me?"

"No, I just don't understand. Why did you say that you are my father, but I never knew? Then, you were clearly Mr. Jaquan and suddenly became my father. Is this how everyone's father appeared?" Stony blinked as he looked at the two adults.

Emma didn't know what to say.

Jaquan rubbed Stony's head, "How about you treat me as your father from today onwards, and at the same time, I'm Mr. Jaquan?"

Stony quickly accepted this saying, "Alright!" After a pause, he thought of something and asked, "Then what should I call you?"

Jaquan thought for a moment. "If you want to call me Dad, just call me Dad. Otherwise, you could call me Mr. Jaquan."

Jaquan wanted to give Stony some time and also to himself and the Albertons family. They needed time to accept this.

The Stony was comforted and got out of the car first. Emma was also about to get out, but Jaquan closed the door. The dim lights in the car seemed to be somewhat romantic.

Emma covered her mouth and leaned back. Her voice was muffled across her palm, "What are you doing?"

Jaquan laughed, "Your parents are both here. I won't do anything to you."

Emma loosened her grip and said, "Get off the car."

Jaquan nodded. However, the moment her hand touched the car door, Jaquan leaned forward to cover her back. Then, he tilted his head to kiss her earlobe. He remembered that there was a small mole beneath her white earlobe, like a drop of ink falling on a pure white jade.

"Just a minute?" He asked softly, his hand pressing down on her shoulder and turning her over, "We still have something to talk about."

...

Deon and Bernice stood outside the car for a while. After Stony got off the car, they two didn't get off for a long time. Deon raised his eyebrows and wanted to open the car door. Bernice pulled him over.

"Let's go. Let's go up first."

Deon knitted his eyebrows. "Emma hasn't gotten out of the car yet. What are they talking about for so long?"

Although Bernice could not see anything in the car, she could guess what was going on. She immediately pulled Deon inside and said, "It's too cold. Let's go in."

Deon was reluctantly dragged into it.

In the car, Emma blushed. Her lips were badly red and swollen. Jaquan asked angrily with heavy breathing, "Why are you so ruthless? How could you just leave after that?"

Emma was lost for words.

She still felt that it was somewhat untrue as if a malicious curse had worked. Emma was filled with unease, anxiety, guilt, and an insuppressible throbbing sensation.

"You, you don't like Arabella anymore?" She asked awkwardly, not sure if she was expecting him to answer yes or no.

Emma always minded him liking Arabella, so she treated him so coldly.

"I admit that I liked her a long time ago, but..." Jaquan lowered his head and kissed Emma. He held her hand close to his heart and said, "Long before I discovered it, my heart was beating for you alone."

Emma raised her head and looked at Jaquan, his eyes glittering. She thought of the drunk man she met at the bar five years ago.

He had such beautiful eyes.

She could finally have him.