Mommy Doesn't Want Me

JJ fell asleep deeply in her arms, with teardrops on his long and thick eyelashes and a pair of fleshy little hands tightly tugging at her clothes as if afraid of her leaving.

"Sigh..." When Juliet felt embarrassed, a male servant came up and said respectfully, "Miss Estelle, please come with me."

He led Juliet upstairs.

There are carpets on the aisles of the stairs, and there is a vase every few meters with fresh bouquets.

The excellent decorate and soft ornaments show the exquisite atmosphere, all embodying the master's excellent aesthetics and extraordinary status.

The servant took her to JJ's room, located in the second room on the east side of the second floor.

When he opened the door, and Juliet looked in the interior of JJ's room, she asked incredulously, "This... is JJ's room?"

"Yes." The servant nodded.

The room in front of her inherited the usual luxury of the villa, but the cool style is not like a child's bedroom at all.

There is not a little bit of childishness about childhood, from furniture to decorations, cold and blunt.

'How careless is the father of this child?'

Juliet was dissatisfied but did not say much and went to bed with JJ in her arms.

But when she put him down and prepared to pull away, JJ, in his sleep, seemed to be frightened, holding her clothes even more nervously with both hands.

"Mommy... Mommy..." He held his tiny mouth as if he was about to cry.

With a choked whisper, his tone was full of desire, "Mommy... don't go..."

Juliet's heart seemed to be poked. She possessed and patted JJ to coax him, "Be good, I won't go. You sleep at ease, be good..." It wasn't until JJ fell asleep that her hand was slowly released.

Juliet was free.

Seeing the warm and soft sunshine coming in outside, it was already afternoon, she thought she should find a chance to leave here.

Although JJ's experience is sympathetic, she can't stay here. She still has her own business to do.

To avoid waking JJ, Juliet left the room lightly. But, she didn't expect that a tall figure was standing outside the room as soon as she opened the door. It was Justin's assistant, Dean Lee.

Dean pushed the glasses and said to her, "Miss Estelle, Master Justin would like to talk with you."

Juliet frowned but still followed behind him.

The two went downstairs one after another and saw Justin sitting in front of the sofa with a cup of coffee and a pile of materials in front of him.

The calm and unhurried aura, the appearance of not anger and prestige, makes one can't help tightening the body.

Juliet came to him.

Justin took a graceful sip of coffee, put down the cup, and said in a cold voice, "Sit."

When she was seated, Dean handed the information on the coffee table to Juliet and explained, "Ms. Estelle, these are some of the daily habits of our young master and the things you need to do in this month."

"...." Juliet did not take it, frowned, and looked at them. "You really treat me as a Nanny?"

Justin reminded indifferently. "Don't forget what I said before this."

There was a clear threat in his tone, a posture that would make her desperate, making Juliet unhappy.

"I just verbally admitted that it was not because I had done these things, but I wanted to get out as soon as possible. Regarding the surveillance at the time of the incident, you are just taking it out of context. I am innocent, and I never intended to kidnap a child." She spoke righteously, neither humble nor overbearing.

Justin took out a cigarette during the words, and Dean handed him a lighter to light it up. He leaned on the sofa with cigarettes between his fingertips, his long legs opened lightly, opened his mouth slightly, and spit out the smoke ring.

"So, which side do you think the law will be on?" He asked rhetorically, which was filled with smoke.

The handsome face in the smoke reveals that he is holding the winning ticket.

Juliet's hands on her knees clenched into fists, biting her lips unwillingly.

Yes, this society is originally a survival game for the winners, and the meaning of the existence of the law is just to restrain the ordinary people who have no money or power.

It was simply not enough to suppress Justin, who could cover the sky in City A.

"Even so, I will not succumb to a trick. I will not bear any consequences for what I have not done." Juliet stood up as she said, "If you insist on legal procedures, I am willing to accompany you."

She insisted. After saying that, she got up to leave.

The decisive vow to fight the evil forces to the end caused Justin--who was sitting on the sofa, to lightly raise his eyebrows.

This development was beyond Dean's expectations. "Master, this is..."

The man in front of him looked like a beast aiming at its prey. He was always staring at Juliet, making her oppressed, and a burst of cold sweat appeared.

No one knew that when Juliet decided to leave, her legs were already weak, and the palms of her clenched hands were full of sweat.

She was very aware of the big difference between herself and Justin. Head-on-head is undoubtedly an egg and a stone, but she just didn't want to succumb to his coercion. Everything that Justin did made her feel repelled.

Juliet insisted on leaving, and when the people in black were about to intercept her, a voice of grievance came from the stairs.

"Juju, don't you want me either? Mommy doesn't want me, and you don't want me..."

Juliet's original firm footsteps stopped because of JJ's crying and chirping.

She slowed down, stopped, turned around, and saw his tiny figure standing on the stairs with bare feet, messy clothes, rubbing wet eyes with his hands, and looked helpless.

Juliet bit her lip.

Although it was only a short time to get along, she always had a pity for this little milk bag that could not be abandoned in her heart.

"I don't want you to go. When you leave, there will be no one to accompany me, woohoo..." JJ said pitifully, with grievances between the lines.

The inner line of defense collapsed at this time.

Juliet took a deep breath, and she stepped back.

She walked towards JJ, but she said to Justin on the sofa, "I can accompany him temporarily for a month, but I will never do anything extra."

After speaking, she went upstairs, holding JJ in her arms.

Looking at the two figures disappearing on the stairs, Dean glanced at Justin. He seemed to be smiling, but he made Dean push his glasses and said, "Master, the effect of deliberate restraint seems to be counterproductive, so it's better to leave it to Young master, right?"

Justin did not answer but flicked the soot from his fingertips. His eyes were meaningful.