Crises in Love novel Chapter 347

I noticed Gemma, although her words were sweet and her smile bright, it never quite reached her eyes. She only spared a quick glance at Jaylan, who had just walked in, before turning her gaze away.

Jaylan himself acted aloof. It was his default demeanor around the help, putting on airs of superiority.

"Gemma, you've been working so hard today!" I said with a gentle smile, my voice dripping with gratitude.

"Oh, Miss Wilburn, you're too kind. It's all part of the job!" She chirped, scurrying over to relieve Jaylan of the armful of gifts he carried.

"Gemma, this is my husband!" I seized the opportunity to introduce them.

Jaylan looked down briefly, nodding at Gemma, who grinned with pleasure. "Sir, you are quite handsome!"

"Oh... I'd forgotten you two had already met!" I feigned surprise, turning towards them. Both their faces stiffened for a moment and after exchanging a quick glance, they hastily looked away.

Jaylan spoke up. "The details are a bit hazy, I must admit."

"Busy people have a lot on their plate. It’s absolutely normal to forget sometimes! Please, come on in!" Gemma recovered quickly.

As we moved into the living room, Fidelia had already met my mother and sweetly called out, "Mrs. Wilburn!"

My mother hugged her, inspecting her from head to toe. "Look at this beauty! The Dawson kids are all so gorgeous!"

That comment made Jaylan beam with pride, a testament to the Dawson family legacy.

Fidelia looked at me uncertainly, but I encouraged her, "Just relax here. You can do as Monique does. Monique’s grandpa has already planned out your study time! The rest of the time, just have fun!"

Monique took charge. "Come on, Fidelia, let's go meet my friends!"

Without waiting for a reply, she dragged Fidelia out the door.

"Stay close. Dinner is almost ready!" My mother said.

"Got it!" Monique replied, still pulling Fidelia along.

My mother, not quite at ease, quickly turned to Probert, "Follow them. Make sure they come back soon!"

Like a little adult, Probert reassured her, "Don't worry, Grandma. I've got this! I'll bring her back in no time!" With that, he hurried after them, the picture of composure.

My mother sighed. "Probert is such a treasure, never a worry. He'll be someone we can count on in the future."

Hearing this, Jaylan's smile deepened.

Internally, I scoffed at the thought of any 'great responsibilities' having anything to do with him.