The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 357 - 353

Chapter 357: Chapter 353

"Having Dr. Jones over isn’t bad at all," my dad said cheerfully, "Ever since we left the city, we hardly keep in touch with the folks over there. It’s nice to have a friend visit."

Truth be told, ever since our family scandal, a lot of people had been avoiding us like the plague. Besides, my dad wasn’t in the big chair anymore, and we’ve sold off the family company. So naturally, we had fallen off people’s radars a bit.

But we all enjoyed the peace and quiet of our lives now. It was a simple life with something to look forward to and no headaches to worry about.

I smirked but didn’t feed into my dad’s words.

Things got a little awkward but thank God my mom came back just in time. She brought in a steaming bowl of cod soup and urged me to dig in.

I was starving, so I didn’t hold back and started chowing down in front of Jones. I used to be quite skinny with a small appetite, never experiencing real hunger. But ever since those two little buns in my oven took root, my appetite had grown with their development. I had even put on a bit of weight, looking fuller and healthier. My parents watched me eat, their eyes full of affection. Jones, on the other hand, couldn’t help but caution me, "Take it easy; you don’t want to choke."

I gave Jones a glare while savoring the delicious cod soup. Was it any of his business?

My mom quickly jumped to my defense, "Dr. Jones, women tend to be more sensitive due to hormonal changes during pregnancy. Eliana has been a bit hot-tempered lately."

"It’s normal. Suppressed emotions can be harmful to the body." Jones said with a gentle smile.

Regardless of what they said, I kept my mouth shut and focused on my meal.

After finishing the soup, I excused myself to rest in my room. I didn’t want to hang around Jones; he was kind of annoying. I thought I was done with him, but here he was, showing up again.

As I was heading to my room, I overheard my mom telling Jones, "Dr. Jones, please don’t tell anyone about Eliana’s pregnancy."

I was sure Jones would keep his lips sealed. If he was still holding on to hope for me, he wouldn’t spread the news of my pregnancy. It would only complicate things if Damon’found out.

Back in my room, I was just about to doze off when my phone started buzzing.

I fished it out from under my pillow and saw an incoming call from a number not saved in my contacts. I was about to reject it when I accidentally picked it up. -There was a loud gust of wind on the other end of the line, but no one spoke. Since the call was already answered, I asked, "Who’s this?"

My voice was sluggish due to fatigue.

"It’s me." Damon’s voice came through, and I immediately snapped awake.

Without a second thought, I hung up and blacklisted the number, A sense of unease washed over me and kept me wide awake.

What if Damon found out about my pregnancy? Would he try to take the babies from me?

No way in hell. Getting pregnant again was a miracle for me. The twins in my belly were my whole world now. I couldn’t let anyone take them away from me..

I also couldn’t risk putting my children in danger again. I had to make sure Catherine didn’t find out.

Damon’s call had robbed me of sleep. I stared at the ceiling until I heard a knock on my door. "Can I come in and talk?"

It was Jones.

"I want to sleep," I responded.

"It won’t take long. It’s about Damon looking for you," Jones said again.

It was suspicious how Jones went to talk about this right after I’d hung up on Damon. I sometimes wondered if those two had some sort of connection.

Stella had also mentioned that Damon was searching for me, but she didn’t know the details.

If Damon was really putting resources into finding me, he might discover my new address soon. What would I do then?

"Come in," I said, curious about why Damon was looking for me.

The door wasn’t locked, so Jones walked in. He’d taken off his jacket and was wearing a black turtleneck sweater. He looked quite sophisticated

I sat up in bed and asked, "Why is Damon looking for me?"

Jones sat on a chair, his hands clasped in his lap, his gaze fixed on me. "I’m not sure. Maybe he misses you."

My heart pounded at his words. Missed me? Damon and Catherine could have a happy family then. They even had a child as a bond. The Colemans wouldn’t object to that, so why would he still miss me?

"He’s just not over it." I said, making an excuse for Damon.

"Do you know he had a paternity test done with the child?" Jones asked.

I nodded. I knew about that. I also knew that Leo had met Silas and Lisa Coleman. After all, he was a direct Inheritor of the Coleman family. It was only natural for him to meet his grandparents.

Although Silas and Lisa didn’t like Catherine, they wouldn’t reject Leo. They’d been longing for a grandchild for a long time. Now that one had suddenly appeared, how could they not be happy?

Especially since Leo looked so much like Damon, they loved him just by looking at him.

Jones confirmed my guess, "Damon’s parents are currently taking care of the child. Catherine has been kept at Starlight Estates, and the Coleman family hasn’t accepted her yet."

I didn’t respond. All of that didn’t matter to me anymore. All I wanted now was for them not to come after my children in the future.

"If Damon finds you and learns you have kids, he’d definitely want to snatch the kids away. You believe that, right?" I stayed silent as Jones asked again.

"If anyone dares to snatch my kids, I’ll fight tooth and nail." I looked straight into Jones’s eyes and responded firmly.

"I have a solution that could leave Damon helpless, stop him from bothering you completely, and erase your worries about your kid being taken away." Jones’s hands seemed to tighten, "Want to hear it?"

I nodded, "Shoot."

"Marry me, and let the kid take my last name." Jones said that without any hesitation, but it shocked me. He clearly knew that the kids in my belly were Damon’s. So why did he want to do that?

"Jones , there’s no need for you to get involved in this. As long as Damon doesn’t find me and doesn’t know I’m pregnant, everything will be fine." I rejected

Jones’s advice.

I was indeed worried about Damon finding out about my pregnancy, but I didn’t want to get tangled up with Jones again because of that.

Jones asked back, "You don’t believe in Damon’s ability to find people?"

I did. He always had ways to find the people he wanted, including evidence, but since he had Catherine by his side, he probably wouldn’t have wasted his time

on me.

"Just let it be. All you need to do is keep your promise to Mrs. Brooks and not tell anyone about me. Even if something happens later, I won’t blame you." I still didn’t plan to listen to Jones. That was not only weird for me but also unfair to him.

We tried dating before, and it was a total flop. There was no need to repeat the same mistake then.

"I won’t force you. I’m just giving you a piece of advice. If you ever need me, just let me know. I’ll probably be around here for a while." Jones was not upset by my rejection; he just spoke to me kindly.

I hope I never have to rely on Jones. If the day comes, it means I’m back in the messy situation with Damon, unable to solve the problem with the babies.

After Jones left, I lost my sleepiness. From time to time, I would check the blocked numbers in my contacts and see that the cold number I blocked was lined up with the number I blocked from Damon previously.

Then I opened my inbox, only to find two messages from that number.

[Where are you?]

[Let’s meet and talk:]

I hadn’t noticed the messages before. The only people I was in touch with were a few people like Luna, and we usually contacted through WhatsApp, so I had no idea Damon had messaged me.

The messages were from yesterday afternoon.

He must have tried to contact me yesterday afternoon, but when I didn’t reply, he held back until tonight to call me, only to be blocked by me.

Because of that call and the messages, I had a restless night. The twins inside me seemed to feel my unease and occasionally kicked me. Finally, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I smelled the scent of baking. It smelled like cookies or cakes. Mom was not very good at that type of cooking and rarely made it. "Jones, I didn’t know you could bake cookies. They look pretty good!" On the table in the living room, there was a plate of freshly baked cookies. The round cookies were slightly browned, with crushed cranberries mixed in, emitting a rich aroma.

I felt my stomach rumble. I had to admit, my appetite was pretty good at that time. I wanted to try anything edible. Even foods I didn’t like before, I could tolerate then.

Why did Jones come to my house to bake cookies so early? I was puzzled. I couldn’t just go and eat the cookies, so I decided to freshen up first and pretend I didn’t see him.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face slowly. Mom couldn’t wait any longer and came to hurry me, "What’s taking you so long? Those cookies were specially made for you by Jones. He said you used to like them."

It was true that I used to like them. After tasting Jones’s baking skills, I even joked with him that he might consider being a pastry chef instead of a doctor.

"I’ll be right out." I put down my toothbrush and then whispered, "Don’t let Jones come to my house so often. You promised me that you would stop trying to match me with him. Plus, I’m pregnant now. There’s no way I can be with him."

"It’s not me who called him here; he came by himself. I can’t just turn him away. Besides, we’ll be neighbors. We’ll see each other often, and it’s inevitable that we’ll interact." Mom replied in a low voice, afraid Jones might hear.

I was a bit surprised. Neighbors?

I was neighbors with Damon before, and then I had to be neighbors with Jones?

"Mom!" I was about to say something when Jones came over.

He looked at me with toothpaste foam still on the corner of my mouth. His eyes were gentle as he asked, "Haven’t you washed your face yet? Hurry up; you need to eat something in the morning. It’s good for the babies."

I didn’t ask any more questions and silently washed my face.

Jones not only made cookies, but he also made breakfast.

He even made extra meat for me because pregnant women need more nutrition.

I didn’t refuse, because Jones’s cooking was really good. Compared to Damon’s cooking, it was like a disaster.

Mom and dad couldn’t stop praising Jones’s breakfast. I didn’t praise Jones, but I politely finished all the food, feeling very satisfied.

"If you like it, I can come and cook for you every day". Jones’s eyes were full of affection when he looked at me, "Or anything else you want to eat, even if I don’t know how to cook, I can learn."

"Jones, you’re too considerate. With us here, we can cook whatever she wants." mom quickly said. She was not sure if she was really embarrassed or if she was taking my words to heart.

Of course, Jones knew my mom was tactfully rejecting him. He was a very smart person, so when my mom said that, he nodded, "If you guys are not available, I can come and take care of her, We’re neighbors; it’s normal to help each other out."

"Mom and dad are very free now. How could they not be available?" I thought to myself..

"Okay, we’ll definitely ask for your help if we need it." my dad was not shy, "Look, the weather is getting colder plan to cover the top of the yard. I’ll need to hire a few workers, but I also need to supervise them. I might need your help occasionally; is that okay?"

"i need to supervise them. I might need your help"

The way my dad asked for help was very natural. How could Jones refuse?

"Sure, no problem." Jones agreed readily.

Jones started popping by my place a lot in the following days. Sure, he was our neighbor, but truth be told, he spent most of his time at my place, only heading back to his for some sleep. He’d either help with pruning the plants or give my dad a hand with some do-it-yourself jobs around the house. At first, I wasn’t too thrilled about it, but seeing as my protests were falling on deaf ears, I figured I might as well roll with it and save myself the headache.

Our yard was a bit of a construction zone, and strolling around was off the table. When Jones caught a break, he asked, "Fancy a walk?"

The beach wasn’t too far from there. A leisurely stroll would probably take about half an hour. It had been a while since I’d last seen the sea, and the weather was pretty good today. So, I just nodded, "Hmm."