When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 127: I Just Wanted to Talk to You a Little Longer

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: I Just Wanted to Talk to You a Little Longer

Withered trees sprouted new buds, dotting the spring landscape with tender green.

The weather was nice, and it was the weekend, so Ms. Brooks dragged Jenna Axton out of the house first thing in the morning.

’If she didn’t get her out, how was she supposed to ask her questions?’

For the past few days, whenever she was coming or going from work, she’d walk down the hallway, smelling the aroma of cooking wafting from the apartment across from hers and seeing the lights on in Ms. Axton’s home. It was like an itch she couldn’t scratch.

She was dying to grab Ms. Axton and ask one thing: What’s the deal between you and Russell Frost?

Now, she finally had her chance.

Ms. Brooks took a bite of the cherry cake in front of her, unable to suppress her curiosity any longer.

"Okay, be honest with me. What’s the story with the man in your house?"

Jenna Axton glanced at Ms. Brooks. Things had progressed to a point where there was no longer any need to hide it.

She laid it all out. "My original name is Adriana Frost. I’m the adopted younger sister of the Frost Family, Russell Frost’s family..."

The sun was shining just right, casting a pleasant warmth on everyone. The cafe was bustling with people.

From a corner table, exclamations like "Ah," "Oh," "Heavens," and "That’s awful" could be heard intermittently from Ms. Brooks.

Even the cafe’s mellow, soothing background music couldn’t hide the surprise and regret that colored her tone.

More than twenty minutes passed before Jenna Axton finally finished recounting her life story.

Ms. Brooks took a large gulp of coffee to suppress the whirlwind of emotions inside her before summarizing:

"So you’re saying... Luna is Special Envoy Frost’s biological daughter."

Jenna Axton nodded.

"And you’re considering whether or not to marry him?"

Jenna Axton nodded again.

Ms. Brooks tapped the table lightly. "What is there to even consider!"

’He’s Special Envoy Frost! How many people have been captivated by his presence?’

’Sleeping next to a man that handsome every night... even your nightmares would probably have a ’hero saves the damsel’ scene.’

Jenna Axton stirred the coffee in her cup, her lost gaze drifting to the rare sight of blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

"I’m already this age. It doesn’t make much of a difference whether I get married or not."

"Tsk," Ms. Brooks clicked her tongue in disapproval, patting the back of Jenna’s hand, which still had faint scars from the IV needles during her hospital stay.

"How could it not make a difference? Just take you being sick this time. Look at Luna, how hard it was for her all alone. If you were married, when you get old and have to go to the hospital, at least you’d have someone to take care of you, to help you pay the bills and sign the forms."

Ms. Brooks spoke from experience. With four elderly relatives in her family, every year one of them would end up in the hospital for ten days to half a month.

She had truly come to understand the difference between having children to look after you and not having them.

For patients with cooperative family members who could handle all the paperwork and be there to sign things, everyone from the doctors to the nursing assistants would speak to you kindly and politely.

But some patients had no children to lend a hand. If they were also incontinent and unable to call for help, it was a different story. The medical staff were already exhausted from their shifts, and having to change your sheets and covers three or four times a day would make even the most patient person’s tone turn sour. It was a pitiful sight.

"Besides, he’s always had feelings for you. You grew up together, so you know each other well. And he’s successful in his career with a stable job. He’s infinitely better than all those other guys who pursued you before."

Ms. Brooks had seen firsthand in Jenna Axton just how difficult it was for a woman to live alone, especially while raising a child.

Even Ms. Axton, who had a stable job and a daughter with excellent grades, had such a tough time.

That’s why, with a good man in the picture, Ms. Brooks really hoped Ms. Axton would get married.

Once she was married and there was a man in the house, those sleazebags wouldn’t dare to hit on Ms. Axton anymore.

At work, if people knew Jenna Axton had backing, the amount of unfair treatment she received would also decrease significantly.

Take the recent job transfer, for example. With Ms. Axton’s skills, making her a kindergarten teacher was a gross underutilization of her talent.

In life, she’d have someone to talk to, and when something upsetting happened, she’d have someone to comfort her.

Jenna Axton took in every word Ms. Brooks said.

She had many reasons to get married, but she also had one reason not to.

"But if we get married, people will definitely criticize our relationship. I was adopted by the Frost Family when I was less than six months old. In the eyes of outsiders, we’re no different from biological siblings."

Ms. Brooks shifted in her seat and leaned back. She finally understood. This was what Ms. Axton was truly worried about.

"You’re Jenna Axton now, an English teacher, not Adriana Frost. So what if someone points out your old identity? You aren’t biological siblings to begin with."

Jenna Axton’s expression was grave. She was still afraid. "Ms. Brooks, you don’t understand. He’s a high-ranking official, after all!"

"A high-ranking official is still a person. They eat, sleep, and have desires just like everyone else. He’s the one who wants to marry you, so any trouble that might come with it is his responsibility as a man to solve. All you have to do is answer one question: do you want to marry him or not? That’s it!"

Ms. Brooks put it so simply that Jenna Axton couldn’t help but wonder: if Russell Frost weren’t an important official, just an ordinary person, what would she do?

The answer came without hesitation: she would be willing to marry him.

Seeing Jenna Axton’s expression soften, Ms. Brooks already knew her answer.

’Special Envoy Frost,’ she thought, ’helping you is also helping Ms. Axton and Luna. You’d better work hard from here on out.’

Jenna Axton was lost in thought when her phone rang. She flipped over the phone on the table to look.

She silently recited the number to herself. It seemed familiar.

"Hello?"

"Are you still out shopping?"

’It really is Second Brother’s call. He must have sent that message too.’

Jenna Axton was displeased. "How did you get my number?"

"I got it when we had tea on New Year’s Eve."

Jenna Axton thought back. The only time her "second brother" had been near her things was when she was putting on her coat after tea.

’With his cleverness, he must have gotten it then.’

Jenna Axton relented. "Fine. What did you call for?"

Russell Frost sensed her displeasure, but he couldn’t afford to go soft if he wanted to achieve his goal. "Since you’re out shopping, pick up a red tie and a pair of black dress socks for me."

"Light red, true red, dark red, wine red, vermilion... which one?"

Jenna Axton rattled off a list of colors as if she were an expert. Her tone was sharp, but she was still willing to buy them for him, which made Ms. Brooks curve her lips into a subtle, knowing smile.

’The ever-gentle Ms. Axton, who’s usually like a soft spring breeze, is actually getting impatient. How rare.’

"Carmine or jujube red would be fine." He deliberately chose colors she hadn’t listed.

Jenna Axton was slightly annoyed. "Then why didn’t you just say those two colors in the first place!"

Russell Frost’s low chuckle came through the phone. He said, "I just wanted to talk to you for a little longer."

Without another word, Jenna Axton hung up with a decisive CLICK and chugged a large gulp of the flat white in front of her.

"Should I get you an iced Americano to cool you down?" Ms. Brooks’ eyes crinkled with a smile, her teasing tone obvious. ’If Ms. Axton starts dating, it’s definitely going to be interesting.’

Jenna Axton unnaturally avoided Ms. Brooks’ gaze. "No, thank you."

"See? Isn’t life a little more flavorful now?"

"I’m so mad I could die!"

Just as Jenna Axton finished speaking, her phone chimed with a notification.

She picked it up and saw a bank transfer notification. Her second brother had sent her money with a note: *The rest is for your trouble.*

’Who gets a hundred and ten thousand for running an errand?!’

"He just had to call and mess with my head right when I was enjoying a perfectly nice day!"

Annoyed, Jenna Axton shoved her phone back into the gap between the sofa cushions. Out of sight, out of mind.

Ms. Brooks and Mr. Coleman had been as thick as thieves for over twenty years; she knew men’s little games. "He’s just trying to get your attention."