Chapter 1549: Chapter 1549: Trevor’s Special Instructions
Seeing her father come out, Janelle Mills quickly got out of the car, but before she could take a couple of steps, Old Mills swiftly got into the car and drove off, as if he didn’t want to see them.
"Hey..." Janelle couldn’t get the words out before she stopped in her tracks, "Why did he leave?" She watched as the car drove away in the opposite direction.
Janelle furrowed her brows and sighed, returning to the driver’s seat, "Bye, you should sleep early too!" She waved smilingly at Trevor.
Trevor’s eyes were deep and gentle, "Goodnight." He also waved at her.
He watched as the girl walked toward the living room.
Trevor waited until she went inside before restarting the car.
Nathan Mills returned home, immediately checking on the roses he had painstakingly transplanted, fearing they might be too delicate and unable to survive the cold winter.
Tonight, Ian Shelby stayed by Jocelyn Morgan’s side, caring for her and keeping her company.
Taking out his phone, he saw over a dozen missed calls from Jasmine, feeling guilty inside; he planned to call back after Jocelyn sobers up, to reassure them the next morning, so they wouldn’t worry.
There were also dozens of calls from the country of Lorelei. Surely, they must have expended great effort trying to find him in that distant land? Even though he had changed his name and rarely appeared publicly.
"Don’t leave me..." Jocelyn lay on the bed, turned over, and tightly held Ian’s hand, her brows furrowed in pain, mumbling, "Don’t leave me, Ian, I don’t want to be apart from you..."
"I’m here, we won’t be apart." Ian sat at the bedside, leaned over and touched her forehead, relieved she wasn’t feverish, whispering in her ear, "I’m by your side, Jocelyn, I won’t leave, be good, just rest well."
"You’re so busy every day, make sure to take care of yourself, I’m worried about you." Jocelyn’s stomach felt uncomfortable, yet she still lay her arms around his waist, showing concern for him.
She admired and loved this man deeply.
Ian lowered his gaze, his eyes full of tenderness, "Alright, I promise you." Then, he gently placed a soft kiss on her forehead, "Good girl, sleep now, I won’t leave."
He adjusted her blanket, clutching her hand tightly, accompanying her unwaveringly.
He didn’t intend to take calls from Lorelei, but he knew that not answering wouldn’t solve the issue.
This night, sitting by Jocelyn’s bedside, Ian’s thoughts drifted far away, weighed down by worries, truth be told, he felt a bit exhausted.
The moon sets, the sun rises, a beautiful day begins.
The snow had stopped, the yard now blanketed in thick snow, everything brightly illuminated.
Trevor came downstairs to the kitchen, where the maid was already bustling around, preparing breakfast.
"Miss Hollis, is that chicken soup you’re making?" Trevor detected the aroma.
"Good morning, sir." The middle-aged woman paused her actions, turned to him with a smile, "Yes, it’s almost ready."
"Did you add any salt?" Trevor inquired.
Miss Hollis shook her head, "Not yet, I was planning to add it when I uncover the pot."
"Don’t add any." Trevor spoke lightly and easily, "Remember, don’t add any salt."
Miss Hollis was puzzled, "Not even a little?"
"None." Trevor said firmly, then turned to leave.
Miss Hollis watched his back, genuinely puzzled. Without any salt, wouldn’t that taste bad? A mildly salted chicken soup is the most delicious.
But if Mr. Trevor says not to add, then so be it.
