A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 115: Jasper Ford Might Be Interested in You

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Jasper Ford Might Be Interested in You

Vivian Quincy didn’t dare say the wrong thing. Jasper Ford was too perceptive; he could tell what she was thinking with a single glance. Afraid of being "dealt with" by him, Vivian wisely chose to remain silent.

After dinner, Beanie wanted to go home, but Madam Ford was very reluctant to see him leave, insisting that he stay and play a while longer.

Beanie couldn’t help but shoot Vivian Quincy a questioning look. Just as Vivian was about to speak, Jasper Ford cut in, "Stay the night. You and Beanie can sleep in the guest room."

Madam Ford smiled. "No need to be so cramped. We have plenty of spare rooms."

"It’s okay, Grandma Ford. I’ll sleep with her. I like sleeping with her," Beanie said, tilting his head up. His voice was soft, sweet, and utterly charming.

Madam Ford chuckled. "Oh, you little sweetheart. I haven’t seen you in ages! Sleep in my room tonight. I bought a special little bed just for you. I’m sure you’ll love it."

As if showing off a treasure, she pulled Beanie into her room. Vivian Quincy saw that Madam Ford had indeed custom-ordered a low, blue bed for him. It was even Beanie’s favorite color. The bed had guardrails on both sides and was decorated with a few small toys. He could play with them when he wasn’t sleeping and not have to worry about falling out of bed when he was. It was incredibly thoughtful.

Vivian Quincy felt a pang of envy. ’What a wonderful person, to be so thoughtful toward Beanie!’

Beanie loved everything Madam Ford had prepared for him, and that night, he happily bunked in her room.

Vivian Quincy wasn’t used to staying over at other people’s houses, especially when that "other person" was her boss. Even though she was in the room Beanie had used before, she still felt like she had walked into a wolf’s den. She was on edge all night and couldn’t bring herself to sleep.

Lying in bed and scrolling through her phone, she felt wide awake, so she ended up giving Anna a voice call.

Anna couldn’t help but rant, "I think there’s something up with Jasper Ford. Why on earth would he invite you and Beanie to his house? Fine, you went, but what’s the deal with not letting you leave?"

"How should I know?" That was exactly why Vivian Quincy was calling; she found the whole thing strange.

Anna thought for a moment. "Something’s up. Something is definitely up. Has Jasper Ford been staring at you a lot lately?"

"He has," Vivian Quincy confirmed with a nod.

Anna pressed on, "And does he get really angry when he sees you interacting with other guys?"

"He does. He’s a neat freak." ’And a major one at that!’

After half a second of silence, Anna said with conviction, "I think you’re toast."

"Toast? What are you talking about?" Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but frown.

Anna said, "My guess is, Jasper Ford is into you."

"How is that possible? I’m the person he hates most in the entire company. He dumps all the hard, tiring work on me. Ever since I became his secretary, I’ve practically taken over all of Caden Chandler’s duties. I can’t let my guard down for a single moment. If he were really into me, why would he treat me like this?" Vivian immediately shot back, thinking Anna’s logic was completely bizarre.

Anna considered this and had to admit Vivian had a point. After a long silence, she asked, "Then why is he so fixated on you? It’s not like he singles out anyone else this way."

"I don’t know either." Vivian was lost in thought, and the conversation came to a halt. There was no answer.

Vivian tossed and turned for a long time, unable to sleep. Later, she got a call from Hayden Kaye, who said he’d bought her a late-night snack and wanted to bring it to her apartment, but Vivian politely declined. After that, she found it even harder to sleep.

Until a knock sounded at her door.

Vivian Quincy shot up in bed. "Who is it?"

"Assistant Quincy, the kitchen has prepared a late-night snack. The Young Master requests that you come downstairs to eat." It was the butler’s voice.

Vivian quickly refused. "No, thank you. I was just about to fall asleep. Please tell the President I won’t be having any."

"Assistant Quincy, the Young Master said he wants to see you in person. Please don’t make things difficult for us," the butler replied gravely.

Vivian Quincy flopped back onto the bed. ’Why is everyone in the Ford family so domineering?’

Though extremely reluctant, she could only bite the bullet and head downstairs.

Jasper Ford was alone in the dining room.

Vivian said softly, "President, I’m not hungry."

The man looked up at her. His silence alone was intimidating.

With a scrape, Vivian Quincy pulled out a chair and sat down. It was a white fungus soup—warm, easy on the stomach, and nourishing before bed.

Vivian took a few spoonfuls and discovered it was absolutely delicious. Her reluctance vanished, and she began to eat with relish.

Jasper Ford glanced at the girl. "What is your relationship with Wanda Quincy?"

The hand holding her spoon froze. Vivian looked up. "Why are you asking about that, President?"

"Answer me," Jasper Ford’s voice was stern.

Vivian knew Jasper must have found something out. "If you want to know, President, why don’t you ask Wanda Quincy? By all accounts, you’re much closer to her. Why are you asking a subordinate like me?"

"Vivian Quincy, you’re getting bolder," Jasper drawled.

The girl lowered her head and continued to eat her soup, pointedly refusing to answer him. When she was finished, she turned and went upstairs without so much as a "good night."

The butler noticed Jasper Ford’s anger. "Young Master, that assistant is far too audacious. You must teach her a proper lesson."

"Is that any of your business?" the man shot back, pushing his own bowl away.

The butler quickly bowed his head, swallowing whatever else he was about to say. He didn’t dare make another sound.

Jasper Ford felt a surge of irritation. He had to figure out the relationship between Vivian Quincy and Wanda Quincy. He could tell the two of them were hiding something from him.

And then there was Beanie...

Every time he saw Beanie’s rosy little face, Jasper couldn’t help but recall the boy’s birthmark. It was identical to the one on the girl from six years ago.

’Since Vivian and Beanie are mother and son, could she have the same birthmark on her chest?’

As he watched her retreating back, his mind filled with the image of her crying pitifully beneath him that night. ’Tearing her clothes off again would make me no better than an animal,’ Jasper thought. But he wouldn’t be able to rest until he got to the bottom of it.

’Should he go to Wanda Quincy?’

’If he told that woman to take off her clothes, she’d probably be thrilled, wouldn’t she?’

The thought of Wanda Quincy’s pretentious, coy act made his stomach churn. He couldn’t stand such a fake woman. He stood up and said to the butler, "Clean this up."

With that, Jasper Ford went upstairs.

He didn’t go straight back to his room. Instead, he stopped outside Vivian’s door, his gaze complex as he stared at the tightly shut door, hesitating.

’One thing was certain: if he didn’t go in and get a clear answer tonight, he wouldn’t be able to sleep.’

’But if he went in...’

Jasper was silent for a long time. In the end, he couldn’t resist. He twisted the doorknob and was surprised to find that Vivian hadn’t locked it. Jasper Ford walked straight in.