Little Pip saw Jude Crawford and was very happy, "Grandpa, you’re back?" Jude Crawford responded and walked over to Isabelle Willow, stopping beside her. He slipped one hand into his pocket, and with the other, distinctively moved through her long hair, touching her face, "Didn’t wait for me?" He had a rich masculine scent, combined with the coolness of night dew, which was particularly pleasant. Isabelle Willow looked up; he was standing against the light, blocking all of it in his strong presence. The entire space became quietly oppressive due to his arrival. This was the aura of a man, powerful, like an emperor. "I thought you weren’t coming back," Isabelle Willow replied. "Yes, Grandpa, this afternoon Grandma and I saw you with a beautiful lady. Grandpa, be honest, did you use work as an excuse today to go fool around with that pretty lady?" The little bun crossed his tiny arms over his chest to show he was really angry. Jude Crawford raised an eyebrow and looked down at Isabelle Willow, "You saw me this afternoon? Why didn’t you call out to me?" The little bun huffed, "Of course, we didn’t want to disturb Grandpa’s good time! By the way, Grandpa, Grandma said she won’t let you off the hook tonight, she’s going to make sure you can’t get out of bed tomorrow!" Oh my, what is the little bun saying? Isabelle Willow was entirely unprepared for the little bun to say such things. She quickly gave the little bun a kick under the table. "Heh," a low, magnetic voice came from above, "Mrs. Crawford, do you want to keep me in bed tomorrow?" "Of course, Grandpa, look, this is the soup Grandma specially made for you, wolfberry and bull penis soup!" the little bun said quickly. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 Isabelle Willow was dumbfounded. How did the little bun know it was bull penis soup? She quickly realized a problem, could it be that the little bun was acting all along? Where did that naive little Pip go? At this moment, the room darkened as Jude Crawford lowered his tall body and kissed her on the forehead. He murmured in a low voice, "Don’t overthink, I was at the company all day. Butler Thorne can vouch for me, I only met Jenny later. She said she had something to tell me, but once in the car, I realized she had nothing to say, so I kicked her out halfway." Isabelle Willow quickly pushed him away. What was he doing, in the dining room, with so many people around, kissing her forehead like that. "Ah, Grandma and Grandpa, I’m getting a stye in my eye!" Little Pip quickly covered his eyes with his hands. Isabelle Willow directly pushed Jude Crawford away. Jude Crawford’s sharply defined features softened with pleasure and tenderness. He sat at the head of the dining table and began to eat. "Sir, which dish would you like?" the cooking lady asked cautiously while serving. Jude Crawford looked at the bowl of wolfberry bull penis stew, "That soup." The cook served a bowl of soup to Jude Crawford. Seeing him choose this soup, Isabelle Willow, "..." This bull penis soup wasn’t ordered by her, and she never said to make him unable to get out of bed tomorrow. Clearly, he took it seriously. At that moment, the hand she placed under the table was grasped by a large, defined hand, and Isabelle Willow’s heart skipped a beat, wanting to pull her hand back strongly. But she couldn’t pull it back; Jude Crawford held her tightly. The temperature in the dining room skyrocketed, full of ambiguity. This evening was destined to be a sleepless night. Little Pip took a bath, and Isabelle Willow helped him get dressed, "Pip, do you have anything you want to say to Grandma?" Little Pip laughed, "Grandma, I’m sorry, I just thought Grandpa looked so pitiful, so I gave him a little help." "Pip, children’s affairs are not something you should get involved in," Isabelle Willow said. Little Pip tilted his head and looked at Isabelle Willow, "Grandma, whatever you’re thinking in your heart, you don’t say it, then I can only say it for you." Isabelle Willow stiffened, "..." "Grandma, what’s a mouth for? It’s for talking. Whatever you think in your heart, tell it to Grandpa. Otherwise, how will Grandpa understand, and don’t forget, say I love you loudly!" This clever little fellow, he understands everything. Isabelle Willow affectionately patted the little bun’s cheek. Then came a knock at the door, and Jude Crawford, tall and lean, stood at the doorway, "Pip, not asleep yet?" Isabelle Willow looked up to see that Jude Crawford had already showered. He was wearing a black silk pajama, his short hair wetly stuck to his forehead, looking significantly young and handsome carrying a trace of cool water mist. His deep, narrow eyes glanced at the little bun and then settled on her face, the gaze intense. Urging her to return to the room. "I’ve already done it, Grandma, let’s go back," the little bun snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes to sleep. Faced with the instantly-asleep little Pip, Isabelle Willow, "..." Isabelle Willow got up and went out. In the master bedroom. Isabelle Willow took a bath and then emerged wearing a silk nightgown. No one was on the bed. She turned her head to see Jude Crawford standing on the balcony, back facing her. He braced one hand on the carved railing, while the other held a cigarette between long fingers, the outside chill inflating his black robe. Hearing the sound, he slowly glanced back. Amidst the swirling smoke, his deep-set eyes fell upon her body, scanning up and down several times, and he narrowed his eyes. His hoarse voice was indescribably sexy and alluring. Jude Crawford at night was irresistible, swathed in elegance, nobility, and an air of mischief and allure as if she were not wearing anything. Isabelle Willow nodded, "Uh-huh." Jude Crawford extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and strode in, closing the balcony door. In the room, the two locked eyes. Soon, he walked over with firm steps, carrying an intense sense of invasion. Isabelle Willow retreated, "Jude Crawford, wait... wait a minute..." She had already agreed to be his Mrs. Crawford, even though he hadn’t explicitly said so, she knew this certainly was a test to pass. He was such a... passionate man. But his actions were too direct, making her very anxious. Isabelle Willow’s lower back hit the edge of the table, suddenly her vision darkened as Jude Crawford leaned down and captured her lips. He kissed her with dominance and aggression, like a storm engulfing her breath. "I don’t want to hear, I just want... to do," he murmured in a hoarse voice. "..." Isabelle Willow quickly placed her hand on his chest, unable to withstand the fervor of his onslaught. Jude Crawford locked her soft waist, easily twisting her around so her body lay against the table. Jude Crawford reached out, directly lifting her skirt.