Chapter 12
Seven days later.
The Silverbay Estate in Chicago.
A black Maybach parked steadily in front of a Mediterranean–style
mansion.
Riley got off the car and walked around to open the back seat door.
A pair of well–proportioned legs in high heels stepped down from the car.
Jenny was led off the car by Riley.
She wore a large, stylish hat on her head, which was the exclusive etiquette of the racecourse.
Tired-
She didn’t expect being the daughter–in–law of a Chicago magnate would be so exhausting.
Just one week into their marriage, she hadn’t had a moment’s rest, and even this house she shared with Riley was the first time she had returned since their wedding.
These seven days, she followed Riley back to their old house of the Jensen family, meeting this guest today and that relative tomorrow.
At her wedding, she made a grand entrance on horseback, which quickly spread throughout the entire family, prompting the younger generation to organize equestrian performances.
Halfway through, Riley made an excuse about having something to do, so he could go home early.
“Tired?”
Just as she sat down on the sofa, Riley followed and helped her take off her shoes, naturally picking up her feet to give her a massage.
Jenny’s face turned red, and she quickly pulled her feet back.
She grew up in a prestigious family and was accustomed to seeing marriages between wealthy families. She always thought that Riley was just playing around with her, pursuing her and marrying her just to silence the elders in the family.
But after spending these few days together, her heart started to feel
uneasy.
Are those gossip tabloids true when they say Mr. Jensen has never been married because he’s been waiting for her?
But these days they have been so busy that she hasn’t had a chance to sit down and have a serious talk with him.
Seeing it as an opportunity, Jenny found a way to start the conversation.
She cleared her throat: “Mr. Jensen, don’t you have a cleanliness obsession? And you want to give me a foot massage? There’s no surveillance here like in the old mansion…”
She hadn’t finished speaking when she saw a hint of darkness flash in Riley’s eyes.
He suddenly exerted force and pulled Jenny’s ankle hard.
Jenny suddenly lost her balance and lunged forward, her lips colliding with Riley’s neck.
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Jenny’s eyes widened in an instant, and on the floor–to–ceiling window opposite, her surprised expression was reflected perfectly – the gesture looked as if she was actively leaning in for a kiss!
“You…”
Jenny tried to get up, but her ankle was held tightly by Riley and he wouldn’t let go.
His voice was low as he whispered in Jenny’s ear, “These days, all the kindness I’ve shown you, you don’t think it’s just for show, do you?”
What does it mean?
Jenny was staring blankly when footsteps were heard at the door.
“Young master.”
Riley’s assistant pushed the door open and saw Jenny “gnawing” on Riley’s neck.
“I…”
He quickly turned around, pretending he hadn’t seen anything, and fled at full speed.
But Riley acted as if nothing had happened, letting go of Jenny’s foot and calmly sitting on the sofa, “What’s the matter?”
He knew that if it wasn’t urgent, his assistant wouldn’t have come to him. as soon as he got home.
The assistant hesitated in place, unsure whether to approach or step back. from Jenny.
Seeing this, Jenny stood up and said, “You guys chat, I’m going back to my room to rest.
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Chapter 12
She thought about avoiding suspicion.
Riley grabbed her and pushed her down on the sofa: “Where do you think you’re going? I can hear everything you can hear.”
The confident look on his face made Jenny feel a certain way – he really treated her as one of his own.
The assistant first reported some business matters to Riley and had him sign a few documents. Then, hesitatingly, he said, “Mr. Jensen, there is one more thing… It’s related to Mrs. Jensen.
“Me?”
Jenny sat up straight. Before this marriage, her interactions with Riley were almost non–existent.
In Chicago, she had no business dealings whatsoever. What could possibly be related to her?
She didn’t realize it was Samuel until she saw the assistant take out a photo.
Jenny’s eyes turned cold the moment she saw the photo.
“What is this? Riley asked.”
Jenny’s eyelashes trembled lightly: “My late husband.”
