My Supermodel Wife

In the bedroom, Jack was sitting drinking medicine from a porcelain bowl, and Vincent was reading a medical book on the chair beside him.

Hearing a knock on the door, Vincent folded the lower right corner of the book and frowned as he walked to open it.

During this time, he had read many books, and he gained a lot of knowledge to treat Jack's illness.

However, he felt annoyed at being interrupted while he was reading.

Outside the door, Irene saw Vincent and asked politely, "Doctor, is my brother awake?"

Vincent closed his mouth and hummed. When he turned around, he saw Lilia and Jenny.

He glanced at the two, and then asked Lilia, "Where's Josh? Has he returned?"

"Yeah, he's smoking in the garden downstairs!"

Vincent, who was still holding the medical book in his hand, answered, "Then I'll go find him!" 

After the words fell, Jenny paced forward. "Doctor, if you do not hurry, you can go down later, there are many things that are being discussed by Jean."

Vincent paused. Seeing Jenny, he does not ignore the flashing lights in her eyes.

This woman is dangerous!

Vincent did not talk much, neither did he show any hostility. He opened his medical book again while humming, and was about to walk out of the bedroom.

After seeing this, Irene couldn't help but reassure her. "Jenny, you don't think too much about it, he is like this. Doctor Vincent does have a very strange temper, but he has good medical skills, and Jack's recovery depends on him!"

Jenny had an unpleasant look on her eyes. But she immediately recovered her calm state nonchalantly.

She looked at the open door while smiling. "He shouldn't be from Surabaya, right?"

If the boy was from Surabaya, it was impossible not to recognize him.

Without waiting for Irene's explanation, Lilia stepped forward. "Auntie, he is indeed from a foreign country, it's okay, he's always been this way!"

Jenny glared at Lilia's gaze, then she gently pursed her lips, as if agreeing with Lilia's statement. 

Still, Lilia actually wanted to cover up the fact that Vincent was from Parma.

When this group of three entered the bedroom, Jack had already put down the porcelain bowl and slowly stood up from the bed.

...

Downstairs, Alan and Jean approached the garden. The weather was a little cool, with a bit of humidity.

Alan took out a cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and handed it to the man. "Are all the troubles between you and the Ricardo family finished?"

Jean took the cigarette and brought it to his lips. Alan had a match ready while shielding it from the wind with one hand. The cigarette was lit, and the red light flashed.

The man took a sip, and said in a deep voice, "Whether it's resolved or not, it's all up to what we hold in our hearts!"

This sentence was full of meaning.

Alan blinked, and with the act of lowering his head to light a cigarette, he squeezed a bit of his cigarette and said, "All advertising cooperation between Galaxy Real Estate and my company was terminated last week!" 

After that, he looked at Jean and added, "There's something I've always wanted to explain to you for a long time. My relationship with Alfred, including the Ricardo family, is limited to a cooperative relationship between companies." The man took another puff of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. 

His tone was nonchalant as he said, "Since this is a cooperative relationship, there's no need to talk anymore!"

Alan paused for a moment while holding his cigarette, and looked at him vaguely. "I just don't want everyone to misunderstand. After all, according to our relationship, I can't possibly commit treason!"

Jean averted his gaze from the distance of the garden. He looked at Alan, and a stern look appeared on his face. "That cooperative relationship of yours, of course it's not betrayal!"

Alan met Jean's gaze, and the two stopped talking.

He sighed softly, and fȯrċɨbŀƴ removed his gaze before saying, "Jean, is it just my feeling that you...always seem to have something in your words today!" 

It's definitely not the Hartanto family's first choice to have a bad relationship with the Widjaya family. 

The man didn't comment, there was no warmth in his pupils, only indifference. "The word betrayal is more appropriate when used in your relationship with Chris."

Alan's expression changed slightly.

Unknowingly, he clamped the cigarette harder.

Alan remained silent for a long time, and said earnestly, "That Chris… he is my little brother, and there's no way I could hurt him." 

The man looked at him vaguely, and without answering frankly, he still muttered in a calm tone. "Then hurry up!"

Alan condensed his brows, and the hands behind him immediately clenched into fists.

With an invisible trace of helplessness, he looked at the scene in front, and said with emotion, "I don't know when I started to worry you so much!"

After hearing this, Jean followed his gaze. While gazing into the distance, he uttered every word with a hint of pressure. "Maybe, I just don't want auntie to get hurt!"

The corners of Alan's initially pursed mouth immediately hardened.

The man caught a glint of tension in his eyes, sighed softly, and squeezed the buŧŧ of his cigarette. "We'd better get back."

An implied warning, and he only hoped Alan would understand.

Regardless of whether the Hartanto family would harm Chris or not, that man's body and mind had been harmed by many things, including the bargain he was holding.

When Jean turned around , he could clearly feel Alan's sharp gaze focused on him.

He shook his head and sighed, his attitude remained the same.

...

That night, Jenny and Alan stayed at the Widjaya family's house for dinner.

By seven o'clock, there was still chattering and laughter from time to time at the dinner table.

Jack sat down next to James. After consuming Vincent's Chinese medicine, his skin improved significantly.

When they were all reunited, Jenny looked very touched.

Lilia only ate a little, she didn't seem to have any appetite. After putting down the plate and her spoon, she just sat at the table chatting with the others.

At this time, Vincent kicked Jean's leg under the table, raised his eyes and blinked, then took the lead to get up and leave.

The man looked at his back, slightly to the side, and said in Lilia's ear, "I'll be gone for a bit."

"Okay, don't take too long!" She smiled at Jean.

Jean and Vincent's departure did not affect the others.

Lilia sat for a while, her eyes lightly descended on Alan's figure.

She averted her eyes, leaned forward, and suggested to him at the next table. "Brother, there is a new kind of tea this year. Do you want to taste it?"

Alan looked back, looked at him with a faint smile and got up. "I don't want to burden you!"

Lilia greeted back, then walked over to the tea table in the living room with Alan.

For a moment away from the kitchen, Alan looked sideways at Lilia, and hesitantly said, "Would you like to personally talk to me about Rachel?" 

After being exposed, Lilia could no longer hide, and said frankly, "I really want to know. But for now, I want you to taste this newest tea release first!"