Chapter 4 I Am No Longer Mrs. Hawkins

“Didn’t you ask me how I became Mrs. Hawkins? Well, I nearly forgot about my main responsibility—conceiving your child.”

Continuing with her actions, she said, “Right now, I’m just fulfilling my duties.”

“How dare you!” Benjamin was infuriated. His muscles tensed with his rage.

“I’ve sprayed some aphrodisiac in the air. Bear with it. It’ll end soon.

“I just … I just want a child too.”

She was getting more bold, a far cry from how gentle and obedient she had been in front of him before.

Benjamin’s breathing grew heavy in response to her shameless provocation.

He did his best to suppress the effects of the aphrodisiac and fiercely grabbed her hand. “You’re so disgusting, Grace!”

The burning desire in Grace’s gaze dissipated at once.

“Is it so disgusting for you to make love to me?” She looked up at him with her watery eyes.

“Yes!” Benjamin replied without hesitation as he stared at her intently.

Then, he pushed her away aggressively and picked up the clothes on the floor. He hastily put them on, not even bothering to button up his shirt.

As the door slammed shut with a loud bang, the room fell into silence.

It was only then that Grace slumped to the floor, feeling dejected. She dug her nails into her palms, her eyes filled with self-deprecation.

It was time for her to give up on him.

…

The next day, Grace limped down the stairs while dragging her luggage.

The housekeepers had already set up the table with dishes. Elizabeth wasn’t around since she was usually occupied with morning prayers at this time.

“Hey, Grace, are you going traveling after having just escaped death?” asked Benjamin’s sister, Celia Hawkins. She was a sophomore at Pamore University.

She had always disliked Grace. “Well, even if you want to go, you’ll have to do my hair and take me to school first.”

Grace was pretty skilled at styling hair. Celia was often praised by her friends after having her hair done by Grace.

However, instead of giving a damn about her, Grace headed for the first floor straight away. She coincidentally bumped into her mother-in-law, Susan Ford. The latter was dressed rather elegantly.

Michael Hawkins was Benjamin and Celia’s father. Susan was his second wife and Benjamin and Celia’s biological mother.

Susan had always disapproved of Grace’s background and her family. She was always rude when she spoke to Grace.

“Where are you going with that luggage? Put it down quickly and help Patty clean up one of the rooms. Someone will be moving in soon.”

Grace’s eyelid twitched. She had a vague idea of what was coming. Then, she heard Celia ask curiously, “Who is it?”

“Who else? Of course it’s Yvonne!”

“What? Yvonne is back?”

“Yes! And she is pregnant with your brother’s child! The environment here is good, so she’ll be staying here for a while instead of returning to Quine Residence.”

As Susan spoke, she looked over in Grace’s direction. In her eyes, Yvonne was her ideal daughter-in-law.

If it hadn’t been for that matter, Benjamin would have been married to Yvonne.

“Why are you still standing there? Get moving!” Susan said.

If the past, Grace would have obeyed her. But after hearing what Susan had just said, Grace no longer had any desire to try to please her.

Despite the fact that her heart stung like hell, she forced herself to maintain a calm facade.

“From now on, I have nothing to do with Benjamin anymore. Get someone else to do the work.”