A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 145: Taking Over the Eastern Palace Upon Arrival

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Taking Over the Eastern Palace Upon Arrival

Vivian Quincy thought Jasper Ford had to be joking!

Why would a proper young woman like her ever wear a man’s clothes?

Besides, she and Jasper Ford were neither friends nor family. Jasper was also famously a neat freak. In his massive company, with dozens of people in the secretarial department, he didn’t let anyone near him except for his little assistant, Vivian Quincy!

Vivian Quincy didn’t find his joke funny at all. "Mr. Ford, I’m not wearing your clothes."

"I told you to wear them, so you will," the man’s voice was stern.

An embarrassed look crossed Vivian Quincy’s pretty face. After a quiet "oh," she asked, "Well, could you at least find some clothes for me then?"

"Come to my room." Jasper Ford stood up and walked out.

Vivian Quincy said to Beanie, "You stay here and sleep, alright? Don’t wander off."

"Okay." Beanie nodded obediently, his voice soft and sweet. When he spoke to Vivian Quincy, he was beaming the entire time, his little mouth stretched in a grin that nearly reached his ears.

Jasper Ford saw all of this and felt a pang of jealousy.

’This ungrateful little brat. I give him the best food and drinks all day, and he doesn’t appreciate it at all. All he sees is Vivian Quincy!’

"Hurry up, Ford. I’m sleeping with Mommy tonight." Beanie, sensing Jasper Ford’s gaze, raised his little voice in a hurried reminder.

Jasper Ford wanted to sew the little guy’s mouth shut. He gave a cold snort and glanced at Vivian Quincy, his icy eyes holding a deep, unspoken meaning. In the end, however, he said nothing and walked away quickly.

Trailing behind him, Vivian Quincy had a feeling Jasper Ford was angry, but she was too embarrassed to ask. When they entered his master bedroom, he casually pulled out two items of clothing for her: a T-shirt and a pair of black lounge pants. They were huge, but she could make do.

"Thank you." Vivian Quincy said her thanks and turned to leave.

Jasper Ford stopped her. "You can shower here. The bathroom is over there."

The girl froze, looking up in a daze. She blinked her clear eyes. "Is that really appropriate?"

"I’m going to see Beanie. If you’d rather shower in his room, I don’t mind." With that, the man turned and left.

’How could she dare follow him? She had some self-respect, after all.’

Still, she felt truly embarrassed showering in Jasper Ford’s suite. It just felt strange. After she finally finished, Vivian Quincy couldn’t bring herself to put on his clothes. The thought of it... she couldn’t stand it!

She clutched the clothes tightly. They felt cool to the touch, the fabric was excellent, and they smelled amazing. She had no idea what brand of laundry detergent he used; she’d never smelled anything like it from a store.

Vivian Quincy didn’t really like the scent. Although it was very pleasant, it gave off a cold, distant feeling.

Sigh.

’She never should have agreed to come here with Jasper Ford.’

"Are you done yet?" Suddenly, a demanding voice came from outside the door.

It was Jasper Ford’s voice.

Startled, Vivian Quincy hastily covered herself with the clothes and said nervously, "Almost!"

"Then hurry up and come out." Jasper Ford was standing right outside the door. His voice was so close it felt like he was right beside her.

Vivian Quincy looked down at the clothes in her hands, conflicted. "Do you have any other clothes? I’m not really comfortable wearing these."

"Then don’t wear anything." The man, completely devoid of any sense of chivalry, left Vivian Quincy speechless with a single sentence.

’She didn’t want to argue anymore.’

’Compared to being naked, wearing something was the more practical choice. The only problem was that the clothes belonged to Jasper Ford.’

In a few quick movements, she pulled on Jasper Ford’s clothes.

She opened the door and walked out.

Jasper Ford, who had been waiting impatiently, saw her emerge from the bathroom. A distinct glint flashed in his eyes, and a hint of surprise flickered across his face before his sharp, dark gaze intensified.

Vivian Quincy felt uneasy under his strange gaze. She looked down awkwardly at her rolled-up pant legs and sleeves. "Your clothes are too big, I can’t really wear them properly, so this is the best I can do. You’re not... disgusted, are you? I’ll wash my own clothes in a bit and return these to you first thing tomorrow."

"No need," the man replied coolly, tearing his gaze away from her and turning to leave the room.

A passing maid nearly bumped into Jasper Ford and hurriedly scrambled aside. "My apologies, Young Master."

"It’s fine." Jasper Ford walked away quickly.

The maid patted her chest, breathing a sigh of relief. She was about to leave when she saw Vivian Quincy walk out of Jasper Ford’s room. Her eyes went wide. ’Isn’t that the little assistant? Why is she coming out of the Young Master’s room?’

When she got a clear look at the clothes Vivian Quincy was wearing, the maid was so shocked she nearly collapsed, too stunned to utter a single word.

"Sh-sh-she..." The maid pointed at Vivian Quincy, momentarily forgetting how to speak.

Vivian Quincy felt a little embarrassed as well. She said awkwardly, "Excuse me, I didn’t have a change of clothes, so I borrowed some from your Young Master."

Jasper Ford, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and glanced back at her. Realizing things were about to get awkward, Vivian Quincy immediately hurried to his side, plastering a sweet, albeit rather fake, smile on her face.

One after the other, they entered the guest room where Beanie was staying.

The maid, who had been holding her breath, finally couldn’t take it anymore. WHOOSH! She dashed downstairs to tell everyone what she had seen.

The news spread like wildfire, and soon, everyone in the Ford Family household knew: Vivian Quincy had not only worn the Young Master’s clothes but had also emerged from his room!

The gossip was explosive!

This was even more sensational than news of the Young Master getting married!

He had a fiancée, for heaven’s sake! And that fiancée was Wanda Quincy, whom he had been with for a full six years!

What had this little assistant done to deserve this? To think she’d barely arrived and was already ruling The Eastern Palace, even wearing the Crown Prince’s clothes!

The butler only heard about it later and was completely baffled. ’Isn’t this assistant, Vivian Quincy, supposed to be Master Kaye’s girlfriend? How did she get entangled with our Young Master?’

The butler found it odd. After mulling it over, he couldn’t resist going to find Madam Ford.

Madam Ford, having nothing better to do at night, liked to chant Buddhist scriptures in the ancestral hall on the third floor. Rumor had it she was reciting scriptures for bearing children. Ever since meeting the adorable Beanie, her favorite pastime, aside from her daily nagging for her son to get married, had become praying for a grandchild in the family’s Buddhist hall.

"Is something the matter?" Madam Ford asked, noticing the butler’s rather complex expression.

The butler lowered his head and said respectfully, "It’s nothing major, actually. It’s just that something very strange happened a moment ago. I felt it was a bit unusual and thought I should report it to you."

"What outrageous thing has Jasper done now?" Madam Ford asked, as if she already knew her scoundrel of a son—who was good for nothing besides being handsome and rich—would get up to something while she wasn’t looking.

The butler shook his head. "The Young Master hasn’t been bullying Beanie or the little assistant."

"Then what is it?" Madam Ford frowned.

The butler explained, "A moment ago, Trish was passing by the Young Master’s door and saw that little assistant wearing the Young Master’s clothes, following him out of his room. I was under the impression that this Vivian Quincy is Master Kaye’s girlfriend, so I grew alarmed and felt I had to come and report this to you immediately."

For his nephew’s girlfriend to be seen coming out of his uncle’s room, wearing his uncle’s clothes... if word of this got out, it would certainly cause wild speculation. It wouldn’t be good for Vivian Quincy or Jasper Ford!

Madam Ford smiled. "You mean you’re afraid people will say they’re having an affair?"

"We have to be cautious. The Young Master has a clean reputation, and that assistant seems like a decent person, but this rumor has already spread throughout the entire Ford Family household." The butler was worried it would tarnish the Ford Family’s good name.

Madam Ford shook her head. "Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. Who in the Ford Family doesn’t know my son has ’issues’?"

The butler: "???"