My Supermodel Wife

Lilia paused, then added, "Actually, I met Rachel today. And after our conversation, I was already planning not to interfere in your relationship with her anymore. I've been too lazy to worry and interfere in my friends' relationships. Since you said so obviously, I've come to understand where I stand!"

Alan glanced at her deeply, smacking the corner of his mouth. "Sure enough, talking to smart people is fun!"

...

After Lilia talked to Alan, they started gossiping about each other.

Outside the villa, Vincent and Jean also came to a small pavilion in the garden.

Vincent walked around the pavilion with his hands behind his back, he seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak for a long time. The outline of his face looked very hesitant.

When he walked around for the third time, he turned and saw the man sitting on a stone bench unhurriedly, taking out a cigarette case and lighting a cigarette gracefully.

Vincent frowned. "Why don't you speak?"

Jean lowered his head and lit a cigarette. As his slender fingers pinched the cigarette, he opened his eyes and looked at him. "Aren't you the one who wanted to talk?"

Vincent choked, staring at him angrily.

The man sat on a stone bench with one hand on his knee, and slightly raised his head to look at his anxious friend. "What is it?"

Vincent went over to him, and then said grimly. "As for the treatment... I've tried my best!"

Jean's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was low. "What do you think?"

Vincent pondered over and over, then decided to tell the truth. "The cancer has spread. In May, I will start using Chinese medicine to take good care of him. But ... lymphoma metastasis itself is very fast. His current skin color is the result of a combination of various Chinese medicines and tonics."

"Josh, I really don't have the heart to say it, but for the next 3 months, you guys have to be ready no matter what!"

Vincent expressed his concern very wisely.

These words left the man speechless for a long time. The smoke overflowing from his mouth hung around him, making his handsome face look very hazy and unreal.

Vincent thought he might be saying this too seriously, after thinking, he continued, "You don't have to worry about the pain, I did my best to suppress it..."

"Thank you."

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Jean's response.

He straddled the stone bench, propped up the stone table with his elbows, and leaned across the table. "Josh, are you considering sending him back to Parma?" 

The man raised his eyes, his Adam's apple slid slightly. "Did he say he wanted to come back?"

Vincent blinked. "I thought he might want to come back. When I gave him medicine in the last two days, he always asked me about the situation in Parma. Sometimes, I heard him call Alice. He kept telling her to help him take care of the buŧŧerfly. I didn't expect that your second brother still has such a tender heart. His body does look horrible, but he still likes buŧŧerflies!"

Jean. "..."

The originally solemn and serious atmosphere instantly became much lighter because of Vincent's words.

The man looked at him faintly, a trace of helplessness was visible on his handsome face.

Suddenly, he took a bite of his cigarette and looked into the distance. "I will talk to my brother later, and if he wants to return to Parma, I will send him back!"

Vincent did not comment. "This is probably for the best considering the time is running out. In his last days, just fulfill all his wishes!"

...

That night, at half past eight.

Jenny left the Widjaya family's house with Alan.

Before leaving, she purposely pulled Lilia and looked at her lower belly. "Lilia, take care of yourself, okay? Auntie will send you some supplements in two days. This is your first child, you should take good care of it!"

Lilia smiled and replied, "Auntie, don't worry, I will take care of myself."

"That's good, Irene, I will trouble you to look after Lilia!"

Irene stood by Lilia, she stared at Jenny and could not help but smile. "Lilia is just like my own daughter, so of course I'll watch her well!"

Jenny looked at her and smiled. Having turned around and said goodbye, she and Alan got into the car.

In the car, when the driver started the engine and got out of the house, Jenny held back a smile from the corner of her mouth. "I just saw you having a long chat with Lilia, what are you two talking about?"

Alan sat beside her and backed away from the window. As he stared, he was not in a hurry. "Nothing in particular, it's just that my new girlfriend is her best friend!"

Jenny raised her eyebrows in surprise. "A woman with the surname Gunawan?"

"Right!"

Jenny heard Alan's answer. She stroked her nails with an indifferent expression. "I don't care how you play outside, but never risk our peace with the Widjaya family. Since that girlfriend of yours is Lilia's best friend, you should treat her a little better, and don't let Lilia complain later!"

Alan slowly pursed his lips, looking at Jenny. "You don't have to worry about that, Mom! Lilia is smarter than many women, and she understood her well. She just wanted to understand my thoughts, after I explained it to her, she could understand."

After the words fell, Jenny narrowed her eyes. "As long as you understand what I mean, it's okay. By the way, you talked to Jean earlier too, didn't you? Have you explained it?"

Alan nodded and pulled the corners of his lips. "I've said everything there is to say, but it's not that easy to pull him off Chris' side."

Jenny smiled and said calmly, "Everything will end up centered on Jean. Do you think Jean is terrible? Look at him, young but has a very wide influence. You just have to tell him what you need and we'll see!"

Alan looked at his mother and pursed his thin lips, speechless.

...

At 10 pm, the bedroom on the second floor was at the end, Jean was sitting on the bed looking at the sleeping side of Jack with dark thoughts.

After Lilia fell asleep, he came to his brother's room. He came and turned on the lamp of the room, giving a ray of light to disperse the darkness.

Even though his brother was unsightly, the image of the gentle Uncle Enrico who used to raise buŧŧerflies for him was still deeply etched in his mind.

Jack's sleep quality is not good, the physical discomfort and pain from having scoliosis will always wake him up late at night. 

At this time, he moved a little. His eyebrows rose in an instant. In the dim field of vision, Jack slowly opened his eyes after exhaling several times.

The backlit figure flickered under his eyes where his sight was within reach.

He sighed slightly then asked hoarsely. "Jean? Why aren't you sleeping? Why are you sitting here?"

When he spoke, Jack wanted to get up, but his movements were a bit difficult.

Jean stepped forward at the right time and supported his arm to let him sit on the side of the bed. 

Now, his body can no longer lie down or lean back easily.