Chapter seventeen
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Vivian pov.
Dominic Blackwood shot a cold glance at Marvis Style, his eyes sharp like a knife.
Marvis was used to it by now. "Dominic, if you still like her, then go after her. When a woman keeps talking about divorce, she just wants a man to focus on her."
Anger surged in Dominic's chest. Women were as elusive as needles in the ocean; I used to be all about him, and now I was with James Scott.
Did I think he would still want me?
He replied icily, "I'd rather choose to like a dog than Vivian Carter."
At least a dog would be more obedient. He hated trouble, but I had been pushing his buttons time and again lately.
I had turned back halfway, realizing I had left the backup of my bid proposal in Marvis's office. As I rounded the corner, I overheard Dominic’s words.
Even though I had already given up on Dominic, hearing his cold mockery still stung my heart.
So, all my hard work managing everything for the Blackwood family wasn’t even as appreciated as a dog.
Feeling deflated, I lost the motivation to grab my documents and turned to leave.
James Scott, knowing I wasn’t fond of Western cuisine, took me to the most famous Chinese restaurant in the city.
As soon as we entered the private room, he ordered all of my favorite dishes like a wealthy tycoon.
I frowned. "James Scott, did you win the lottery?"
He was usually the type to spend money on flirting with women; as he liked to say, money should be spent wisely.
James chuckled casually, "Vivian, I just noticed you've lost some weight lately. I wanted to treat you well. By the way, do I still have a chance?"
I said coldly, "Speak plainly."
"Cough, cough, cough. I'm just here on someone else's request."
He wouldn't dare flirt with me; after all, I had once beaten him half to death.
Just as I was about to ask more, James Scott clapped his hands, and a waiter pushed in a colorful gift box.
James nodded toward me, "Here's a surprise for you. Open it and see."
With a hint of suspicion, I walked over. As soon as I untied the ribbon, a fluffy little head popped out from inside.
Jimmy, sporting a face that strongly resembled Dominic Blackwood's, looked coldly at James, as if accusing him of being ridiculous with this entrance.
Seeing my son, I felt a rush of joy; it had been a while since I last saw him.
I smiled and pinched his tender cheek, "Jimmy, you seem to have gotten even more handsome. Have you missed Mommy?"
Jimmy glanced up at me, "Mommy, didn't I tell you to take care of yourself? Why have you lost weight again?"
I laughed as I pulled my son into my arms, showering him with kisses. "Of course, it's because I missed my Jimmy!"
Though Jimmy wore a face of disdain, he obediently settled into my embrace.
At that moment, Jimmy's nanny, Anna, called. "Ms Vivian, I'm so sorry! Jimmy has gone missing again!"
I immediately understood; Jimmy had run off by himself once more. This little rascal had done this more than once, always managing to slip away from the nanny and butler's watchful eyes to reach wherever he wanted to go.
"Anna, Jimmy is with me."
Anna let out a sigh of relief. "No wonder Jimmy has been talking to Mr. Scott lately; he must be trying to find out your whereabouts."
There was no doubt that Jimmy's smooth escape this time was connected to James Scott.
I shot him a fierce glare, ready to say that I would send Jimmy back tonight, but when my gaze met my son's dark eyes, I changed my mind. "I'll send him back tomorrow."
Jimmy felt a surge of happiness knowing he could spend the whole night with me. Even his tightly pressed lips curved into a small smile.
After hanging up the phone, I said in a serious tone, "Jimmy, didn't Mommy warn you not to run off without telling Anna where you're going?"
I knew my son was exceptionally smart and could solve problems easily, but he was still just a five-year-old child, and how could I not worry?
Jimmy replied nonchalantly, "I know."
Seeing his dismissive attitude, I realized he probably hadn't listened to a word I said. Just as I was about to remind him to be more careful, he suddenly spoke up, "If you stay by my side, I promise I'll be good and won't go anywhere..."
His implication was clear: he had gone to great lengths just to see me.
My eyes suddenly felt a bit misty.
Years ago, I had encountered Dominic Blackwood, who had schemed against me, and unexpectedly became pregnant with Jimmy.
Though I had deep feelings for Dominic, I wouldn't confess anything until I was sure of his feelings and the Blackwood family's stance toward me.
As Dominic grew more distant, I became more determined to raise Jimmy abroad. At least when we separated, Dominic wouldn't fight me for custody.
Noticing my silence, Jimmy thought I was upset and tugged at my shirt. "Mommy, I promise I'll behave better from now on, okay?"
I tightly embraced my son. "Jimmy, just hold on a little longer. Mommy will soon be living with you."
We were wrapped in each other's embrace, completely unaware that a pair of eyes was fixated on us from a distance.
Dominic Blackwood never expected that during his quick smoke break, he would run into me, especially seeing me tenderly holding a four or five-year-old child. The little one was nestled in my arms, and while Dominic couldn't see the child's face clearly, he faintly heard the child call me "Mommy."
Instantly, his eyes turned icy, and he crushed the cigarette in his hand.
I knew that Jimmy was allergic to milk, so I planned to head to the lobby to get some fresh juice. However, as soon as I stepped out of the room, I was forcefully yanked into the smoking room next door.
The room was filled with smoke, making me cough, while the grip on my wrist remained unyielding. Just as I was about to unleash my anger, I locked eyes with Dominic Blackwood. My heart skipped a beat, and I found myself at a loss for words.
He narrowed his eyes. "Vivian Carter, how many secrets are you hiding from me?"
Panic surged through me. If Dominic discovered Jimmy's existence, he would undoubtedly take the child away from me, leaving me with no chance to see him again.
I forced my voice to sound calm. "Dominic Blackwood, what are you talking about?"
Just moments ago, I had been smiling with James Scott, but now, facing Dominic, I felt as if I were standing on the battlefield.
Even if I wanted to provoke him, this was taking it too far.
He irritably tugged at his collar. "What’s going on with that child?"
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