Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 92

Maison looked up at his father. “Daddy, Aunt knew that you guys were on the way back, so she left at seven o’clock. She said that she was going to go and cook for Uncle Talton.”

Cook for Stefan?

Zivon’s expression turned icy as he looked at Nathan. “What is going on?”

Nathan quivered and explained weakly, “I do not know the specifics; all I know is that Miss Lockhart sent a text message today saying that she will have to go to Chairman Talton’s house to cook him dinner every day in the future. Thus, she will be leaving at seven o’clock every night and asked me to arrange all the work for her in advance.”

Zivon's lip curled in unbridled anger. Damn it! Who gave her permission to go over there?! “Call her and tell her to come back here.”

Nathan had never seen the young master so unrestrained with his emotions before, and knew very well why it was happening. Carefully, he said, “Young master, in my opinion, Miss Lockhart is already taking care of the little master from eight o’clock in the morning to seven o’clock at night every day. The rest of her time is her own personal free time and we should not be interfering in her personal affairs. Besides, young master… the person you should be concerned about is the future young mistress, not Xavia Lockhart.”

Zivon’s rationality came back with Nathan’s advice, and he realized that he had once again lost control of his emotions because of Xavia. He tugged at his tie irritably as he rubbed the space between his brows. “What’s wrong with Jenna?”

Nathan replied, “The future young mistress hit a car when she ran out today and she bruised her knees. I already took her to the hospital.”

Zivon let out a soft sigh of frustration.

At the end of the day, he still had to be responsible for Jenna. He had been the one getting trapped back then and he had forcefully dragged her into this to redeem himself. “Buy a bouquet of flowers and a new limited-edition handbag and send it to her at the hospital.”

Nathan actually wanted to ask why the young master didn't go over to the hospital personally, but he held his tongue. After all, when Xavia got injured back then, the young master went to the hospital, but why was it completely different with Jenna?

Zivon waited for Nathan to leave before he went into his study. His dignified figure looked cold and lonely as he sat on the sofa.

For thirty years, he had always been able to remain calm in the face of danger, regardless of what was happening. However, this was the first time he was feeling troubled and even had a headache from all the emotional ups and downs he had been experiencing because of Xavia.

Zayne’s words kept floating around his ears: ‘Of course, there is a greater possibility that you like her.’

He? Like that woman?

Those words put Hershel in a tight spot. He obviously hadn’t come up with a good and strategic plan either.

Just as everyone was feeling troubled, Ava, the eighty-year-old woman seated in an old-fashioned wooden arm chair stopped chanting a Buddhist mantra and rolling the prayer beads in her hands. With a serene smile, she said, “Don’t worry. All of our problems will be solved as soon as Zivon marries Jenna, since she was once the first lady’s lifesaving benefactor.”

“What? The first lady’s lifesaving benefactor? Why didn’t you tell us about it earlier?! Hurry up and call Zivon!”

“But Zivon doesn't seem to like Jenna very much. Why else wouldn't he have married her even after so many years?”

“This is not up to him. Jenna is a kind person with a good heart and she also has such a powerful connection. If anyone else were to find out about this, they would definitely set their sights on Jenna too. If Zivon is not going to make her his wife, then will we just sit around and wait for our rivals to snatch her from our hands?” Hershel demanded, then returned to his room right after.

The next day, at six o’clock in the morning, Hershel called Zivon.

“Zivon, marry Jenna and make her your wife within a month.”