Chapter 1198: 1200: I’ll Be in the Way of Your Baby-Making

Her ears were full of vicious speculation, and Tara Jameson’s aggrieved eyes were bloodshot, standing over there feeling utterly miserable. Charles Northwood frowned, and vaguely heard the gossip coming from that side as well.

"Aren’t you the one who didn’t want anyone to know about our relationship? Didn’t you say that even if we were together, I could only follow you around like some underground lover? Then why! Why would you still do something like this..."

Tara Jameson lowered her voice and snarled, increasingly unable to make sense of Charles Northwood’s behavior.

Listening to Tara Jameson, Charles Northwood furrowed his brows tightly.

"The flowers... are there a lot?"

Tara Jameson: ...

No shit!

The whole classroom is full.

"I’m really sorry for causing you trouble."

Charles Northwood was helpless, and also deeply guilty about it.

"Give the phone to your professor for this class, I’ll talk to him."

Tara Jameson’s lips moved slightly.

In the end she didn’t say anything, and directly handed the phone to the professor.

But...

Maybe only she herself knew just how happy she’d been the moment she saw all those flowers.

After sorting this out, Charles Northwood stopped walking, waiting for Henry Northwood to catch up.

"Waiting for me?"

Henry Northwood looked at Charles Northwood in disbelief.

"The flowers at University A, you were the one who sent them, right?"

It was phrased as a question, but he was completely certain.

"Yeah."

Henry Northwood didn’t hide it at all and admitted directly.

"Don’t interfere in my business. Exposing me like this now does no good for me, or for you, at all!"

He stepped forward in one stride, coming right up to Henry Northwood.

"No woman wants to be hidden away like some mistress, you get that? Do you get it?"

Goddammit!

The reason he couldn’t be with Tara Jameson wasn’t that he didn’t love her enough!

It was because he couldn’t give her the life she wanted—forget what she wanted, he couldn’t even give her the basics.

If he really took charge of the Secret Division in the future, he might not even be able to give her a child.

Thinking of this, Charles Northwood clenched his fists, not sparing Henry Northwood a single glance as he walked away.

...

Nia Mitchell went to the Film Set with Ethan Martinez, never expecting to run into Silvia Waterborne there.

Oh my god!

What kind of twist is this?

Wasn’t Silvia Waterborne supposed to be filming abroad?

Nia Mitchell gave an awkward little smile.

Silvia Waterborne, however, ignored everything else and walked straight over to her.

"How come you’re here with Ethan Martinez?"

Silvia Waterborne had a pretty good relationship with Ethan Martinez, so she didn’t feel the need to avoid saying anything with him present.

"Uh? I’m Ethan Martinez’s assistant now, so I came with him today."

Nia Mitchell felt a bit embarrassed and smiled uneasily.

"So you two know each other?"

Ethan Martinez found it unbelievable, totally didn’t see this coming.

Looks like this little assistant by his side is really not that simple.

"I’ll head back with you tonight then. Perfect, you can give me a ride."

Silvia Waterborne pointed at Nia Mitchell’s car not far away.

Still, Maxwell Peary really is something—he drives such a nice car himself, yet lets Nia Mitchell drive a thing like that.

That’s honestly way out of line.

With that thought, Silvia Waterborne decided she’d go back tonight and properly lay into Maxwell Peary.

If a certain CEO knew what Silvia Waterborne had just decided, he’d definitely be completely baffled.

"Sure, no problem at all."

Nia Mitchell nodded repeatedly.

"Why are you so happy? If I go over, I’ll be getting in the way of you two making babies, you know."

Making babies...

Heh heh...