After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 17: The Young Master Kissed the Mistress’s Mouth Broken

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: The Young Master Kissed the Mistress’s Mouth Broken

Meeting Mrs. Chandler’s gossipy gaze, Eliza Sutton felt her skin crawl. "Mrs. Chandler, it’s really not what you think. Mr. Lockwood was... just an accident." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"I get it, I get it." Mrs. Chandler had the look of someone who had seen it all. She then pulled out her phone, and with a CLICK, CLICK, snapped two pictures of Eliza Sutton before quickly sending them to Mrs. Lockwood.

’Wonderful news like this has to be shared with Mrs. Lockwood so she can be happy, too.’

Eliza Sutton was speechless.

’I’m still right here! Does she have to be so blatant about it?’

Mrs. Chandler chuckled sheepishly and said apologetically, "Mistress, it’s just that I’m in such a good mood, I couldn’t help myself."

"It’s... It’s okay." She really didn’t know what else to say.

"Mistress, you’re just too adorable," Mrs. Chandler praised, just as she would praise Emmett.

"Is the young master up?"

"He is."

"That’s good. Let’s go help the young master wash up."

"Helping the young master wash up" actually just meant Mrs. Chandler fetching a basin of hot water and standing by to supervise.

"Mistress, when you’re helping the young master, you need to be more gentle. Don’t grip the washcloth so tightly. And your gaze—it needs to be beautiful, alluring. Your waist, especially, should be more supple. It would be even better if you could lean into the young master’s arms."

Eliza Sutton was speechless.

She couldn’t take it anymore. "Mrs. Chandler, are you sure this counts as ’washing up’?"

’Even a hostess in a private room trying to seduce her client would be more dignified than this, wouldn’t she?’

"Of course it counts! It definitely counts. I’ve been a servant for nearly my whole life, you think I don’t know how to care for someone? Now, hurry up," Mrs. Chandler urged, stopping just short of physically pushing Eliza Sutton into Shane Lockwood’s arms.

"Mrs. Chandler."

Shane Lockwood finally spoke up, his voice low. "Eliza Sutton can handle things here. You may go and tend to your other tasks."

Mrs. Chandler agreed and left, filled with regret.

But then she remembered the photos she had just taken, and her spirits lifted. She went off to share them with Mrs. Lockwood.

"Mrs. Lockwood, wonderful news! Absolutely wonderful news!" Mrs. Chandler was practically bursting with excitement. "Just now, I went to attend to the young master and saw him and the Mistress kissing so passionately her lip was cut! With a lucky star like the Mistress around, who knows how soon the young master will make a full recovery."

"And then the Mistress can give you seven or eight children, and you’ll be wonderfully overwhelmed every day! HAHAHA!"

Hearing the faint voices from the other room, Eliza Sutton felt the corner of her mouth twitch.

’Seven or eight...’

’Does she really think I’m a sow popping out piglets?’

Eliza Sutton took a deep breath. "Mr. Lockwood, I’ll help you wash up."

She wrung out a washcloth to wipe Shane Lockwood’s face, but he stopped her. "I’ll do it myself."

Eliza Sutton didn’t insist, relieved to be let off the hook.

By the time they were ready and came downstairs, breakfast was already on the table.

Emmett Lockwood was sitting properly on the living room sofa. When he saw Eliza Sutton, he immediately stood up and said sweetly, "Good morning, Mommy."

Eliza Sutton started to speak but then remembered Shane Lockwood’s warning from the previous night. She pulled her hand back and just gave a faint "Mm."

Suddenly, Emmett Lockwood grabbed her wrist. He placed her hand on top of his head, looked up with his adorable little face, and said cutely, "Mommy, you have to pat my head and say, ’Good boy, Emmett. Good morning.’"

In the end, Eliza Sutton couldn’t hold back. She ruffled his hair and said, "Good morning, Emmett."

Emmett Lockwood smiled, looking as satisfied as if he had just received the world’s most precious treasure.

Shane Lockwood furrowed his brow but said nothing.

Mrs. Lockwood watched the family of three walk over, her gaze ultimately landing on the corner of Eliza Sutton’s lip. Her mind raced with curiosity, ’What on earth could have made my calm and self-possessed son lose control enough to bite her lip?’

However, it was a private matter for the young couple, so Mrs. Lockwood was too embarrassed to ask.

Emmett Lockwood, however, was not so restrained. He noticed and asked with a puzzled look, "Mommy, what happened to your lip?"

"It’s nothing. A mosquito bit me."

Emmett Lockwood’s little brow furrowed. "Madam Chandler, are the mosquitoes in our house really that brazen? We need to spray lots and lots of insecticide."

"Oh, we can’t use insecticide on yesterday’s ’mosquito.’ That one is our family’s treasure," Mrs. Chandler said with a suggestive smile.

Emmett Lockwood was baffled. ’How can a nasty mosquito be a treasure?’ Just as he was about to ask, Shane Lockwood’s gaze shot over to him. "Eat," he said coldly.

"Oh."

After breakfast, Emmett Lockwood went to kindergarten, while Eliza Sutton and Shane Lockwood had to head to the Lockwood Group for work.

Eliza Sutton had planned to drive herself to work, but Mrs. Lockwood intervened. "Why waste money on gas? Just go to work together."

And just like that, she was ushered into the car without any room for argument.

Although Shane Lockwood remained silent, the temperature around him seemed to drop, making his displeasure obvious.

Eliza Sutton obediently shrank into a corner, trying her best to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Shane Lockwood glanced at her and snorted. ’At least she knows her place.’

He then closed his eyes to rest.

Half an hour later, he heard Eliza Sutton whisper to the driver, "You can just stop here."

Shane Lockwood opened his eyes. "The Lockwood Group is still two blocks away."

"I know," Eliza Sutton replied. "Getting out here means it’s unlikely any of my colleagues will see me."

With that, she pushed open the car door and got out.

The moment she closed the door, she scurried away like a startled rabbit.

Shane Lockwood watched her retreating figure, slightly taken aback. ’Does she really want to stay that far away from me?’

He should have been pleased that Eliza Sutton knew her place, but for some reason, he felt a flicker of irritation instead.

Realizing she was getting to him, he frowned and looked away.

"Drive."

...

Eliza Sutton had just stepped into the office when Reina Miles stormed over.

"Eliza Sutton, where are the documents I had you organize?"

Eliza Sutton replied, "I already put them on your desk."

"Those aren’t organized at all. They’re just the raw manuscripts."

Eliza Sutton was taken aback. "How is that possible? Designer Miller, you have no right to say that if you haven’t even looked at them."

Reina Miles blurted out, "With that many documents, you couldn’t possibly have finished organizing them even if you’d stayed up all night, let alone when you left on time yesterday evening!"

A smile touched Eliza Sutton’s lips. "So, Designer Miller, you knew I couldn’t finish organizing all those documents even without sleep. Is this how the Lockwood Design Department welcomes new hires?"

Reina Miles was at a loss for words. She didn’t dare argue, knowing she’d be the one in trouble if this got out.

After Reina Miles stormed off, Eliza Sutton returned to her desk.

As a new employee, not only was she ignored by everyone, but she was also left with an abundance of free time, with no work assigned to her. It was as if they were treating her like she was invisible.

Eliza Sutton wasn’t flustered in the slightest. She took advantage of the downtime to catch up on some of her own pending work.

After another "busy" day in the design department, just as she was about to head home, Eliza Sutton was stopped by Brenda Preston.

Brenda Preston blocked Eliza Sutton’s path, looking her up and down as if inspecting a piece of merchandise.

She lifted her chin, her face a mask of haughty pride. "The Lockwood family’s status is not something a criminal like you, who wormed her way in through the backdoor with that superstitious ’lucky wedding’ nonsense, can ever hope to be a part of. Eliza Sutton, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get out on your own, won’t you?"