Leanna-Chapter 242: [Epilogue] 1

[Emery’s POV]

[Epilogue] 1

It was a month since Lance and I were together, and each second and passing day, I was in absolute bliss.

I resigned from Artem but continued staying in New Haven so I could be with him.

But of course, everything had an end. My happy days was cut short at the unexpected visit of this one person who I did not want to see right at this very moment.

My mother, Emerald Jansen.

Being a Jansen, I expected the news about Lance and me to reach my parents. I was even surprised that they remained silent for a month.

But I sure did not expect that my mother would barge in my room so early in the morning one day.

Well, that was alright since it always happened in the past –– except now I had a delicious boy next to me in bed, naked while I cuddled in his embrace in full nudity with only the blanket shielding us from the unwanted visitor’s view.

I did not have to explain what transpired between me and Lance last night to get us into this kind of situation.

"You two, get dress."

My mother said in a sharp voice. She gasped for air, eyes narrowing at Lance before she turned her back and walked out of the room with poise, leaving the two of us behind, wondering what just happened.

As expected of my mother, even angry, she remained dignified.

"I’m sorry."

Lance apologized after a whole minute of silence. He reached his scattered clothes, and one by one put them on.

I bit my lip and shook my head. "It is not your fault."

That was right.

It was no one’s fault. No one knew my mother would barge into my house in New Haven on this very day to find Lance and me in an awkward situation.

This was actually the first time that we made love in my house, and we were caught by my mother no less!

What are the odds?!

"Here." Lance handed my clothes to me, and that was only when I removed the sheets that I clasped so hard.

Sighing, I could not help but worry. Not for me, but for Lance. As much as possible, I wanted to hide our relationship. I knew my mother. She only demanded perfection and nothing less.

"Hey."

I did not notice that Lance was already in front of me, kneeling on the floor as our faces level. He cupped my cheeks and smiled at me.

"It’s gonna’ be alright."

The tightness of my lips loosened, and I shot into his arms. He kissed my hair and forehead before he helped me with my clothes.

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It took a while that Lance and I assisted the situation. We were sitting in silence in my living room while my mother was sipping her tea, scrutinizing Lance openly while the latter remained poker face, which I admired that he could manage a straight face when facing my mother. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Me, on the other hand, I was trembling and bathing in my own sweat. If it was not for Lance’s hand intertwined with mine in a comforting warmth, I had long gone past out from my nervousness coupled with the churning of my stomach.

My mother brought her cup down and raised her head high in a dignified manner.

"How old are you, Lance?" she asked in a calm tone.

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Really?!

From all the questions she could have asked. Like what our plans from now on? Would Lance marry me now, or she could have asked the most crucial question of all –– did we had protected sex?

But no!

My mother was more concerned about Lance’s age.

"Seventeen."

Lance answered with so much confidence I was beginning to wonder if he was older than me.

"Mmm . . ." The corner of my mother’s mouth twitched, which warrant a glare from me.

I knew my mother already had Lance’s information check.

I’m not even surprised if she knows what Lance’s size is.

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I lowered my head when my cheeks burned. I was becoming more perverted by the second whenever Lance was near. Even now, I wanted to have my way with him and have se––!

I shook my head.

Focus, Emery! This is not the time!

There must be some kind of hidden play as to why my mother specifically asked that question.

My head rose, and my mother’s picture-perfect eyebrow was hanging high on her forehead while Lance stared at me with an amused face.

I cleared my throat and pretended that I did not act like a crazy person just now.

"Right. And what are your plans from now on?" My mother asked.

Finally, mother! A question that actually makes sense.

"Finish college and marry your daughter," Lance answered within seconds.

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I think I heard a poofing sound when my body went on fire, and the steam went out from the orifices of my head.

I was literally a bursting tomato.

My hands shot to my cheeks, and my eyes flicked to the ground, too embarrassed to look at anyone right now. But I had just to peek at the man I love sitting beside me, only to see him staring at me with soft eyes which shone with so many emotions of love.

Tears blurred my vision, and I had to bit my lips to hold it back.

Ahhh . . . I love him . . . I really, really, really love him.

"Hmmm . . ."

Our attention flicked to my mother, who was sitting like a Queen on my couch. Crossing legs, fingers resting on each side of the armrest, shoulders square, and face high.

"And . . . ," she said, prolonging her words, "how will you give my daughter a comfortable life? More than she has now?"

My head hurts as my eyebrows crumpled.

I did not like where this question was going.

Lance’s expressionless face faltered. I bet he already had a feeling where this was going.

I chewed my bottom lip as I glared at my mother. She should know. Although Lance did not have a company of his own and I was much richer than him and all, he still has a lot of money at his age. I was pretty sure that he could give me a comfortable life. Though not as comfortable as I currently have –– but still a happy, contented life.

And that is more than enough.

I was willing without a second thought to abandon my current life, my wealth, my power, my status. Heck! Even my name so I could be with him.

Lance met my mother’s intimidating gaze with confidence.

"I don’t have anything to prove myself as of the moment, only my sincere feelings towards your daughter. I can’t give Em a life more than she currently has now, but it doesn’t mean I can’t give it to her in the future. I know my words weight little at the moment, but . . ."

Lance looked at me with a gentle smile on his face as he squeezed my hand.

"I give you my word. I won’t let Emery live a life less than she deserves."

His eyes then met my mother’s, determined and a little pleading as he added, "I love your daughter . . . and I hope that . . . you can give us your blessing."

Tears escaped my eyes, and I could barely say anything beside his name in a soft whisper.

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My mother’s lips remained shut. She was studying us for a moment before her mouth kicked up a smirk as she held her tilting head. "I’m glad we are on the same page. As you know, Emery is the only daughter . . . the only child I have."

She leaned forward, and I knew something was wrong the moment her face turned serious. "I do not have to tell you how . . . priceless my daughter is . . . I only wanted her to have a future of bliss, comfort, and contentment. You have fulfilled the bliss part. But what about the comfort? The contentment?"

My mother’s lips twitched when Lance’s face took a bewildered expression as mine warped in suspicion.

"Lance, how far do you know Emery here?" My mother questioned after a series of glaring contest.

Lance glanced at me and politely answered, "Not as much as you do, mam."

My mother smiled at his honest answer while her eyes sparkled in an evil glint.

Oh . . . rotten milk . . . please do not . . .

I pleaded with my eyes when I knew what my mother would say next.

She will not . . . will she? I mean, she is my mother? She will not dare say what I think she is going to say.

My mother sat in a comfortable position as if preparing to tell a story to a bunch of kids.

"Let me tell you about her then. Since you already identified yourself as her fiancé, I think you have the right to know . . . ," she paused and threw me a knowing smile, ". . . her private secrets."

"You. Will. Not." I mustered my deadliest glare.

I could not believe she would do this to me!

She is my mother for heaven’s sake!

She should respect my privacy!

Apparently, I was beginning to think I was adopted when my mother continued, not minding my pleading, glaring face.

"Emery bathe two times a day, three times depending on the weather. She will cleanse her skin first with a specially articulated body wash. Then she will bathe in two types of bubble baths, exclusively formulated for her skin. One, to cleanse the pores. The second, to nourish the skin. After that, she will bathe in pure coconut or cows milk enough to fill a bathtub. Afterward, she will shower with water infused vitamins for her hair and body."

My mother went on and on while I sat there, stupefied.

"Her personal stylist comes every day to do her hair and make-up. She does spa two times a week. She has her weekly derma checkup. Shopping for clothes, bags, shoes, and jewelry four times a month depending on her mood," she continued before she briefly paused and smiled, "and that are the little things about her that makes her happy. I do not want to divulge too much information . . . After all, she should be the one telling you these things."

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