Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Chapter 12 A Wolf in Sheep's Skin

Wilson's order sounded confirmed and dignified.

Verena had to nod, "Okay."

While hugging Sammy, who was in sound sleep, she went to the second floor and placed him on the

bed carefully.

Walker had been waiting outside the room for a while. As she walked out of the room, both of them

went to the hospital.

Verena's father, Ford Moore, was still lying on the bed weakly. But he looked much better than a few

days ago. And his face turned to be a bit ruddy.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Channing!" Verena expressed her gratitude to Dr. Channing.

"Miss Moore, I am flattered. All his doctors and nurses are the best hired from abroad. You should say

thanks to Mr. Wilson."

"Mr. Wilson?" she paused and then collected herself, "Whatever. Thank you, Dr. Channing."

Actually, her sacrifice didn't go in vain. After all, her father was now under the most advanced

treatment. And that was her ultimate purpose.

Besides, there were professional carers in the ward. So she could live in the Lawson Mansion at ease

and she didn't need to be worried about her father.

After looking at her father for a long time as she sat on the bedside, she finally took her luggage and

left with Walker reluctantly.

"Madam, here is your room." A servant said to her and stopped in front of a room beside the corridor of

the second floor.

"Thank you." She smiled. When she was about to open the door to enter, something sounded suddenly

and then a door opposite her was opened.

As she raised her head, she saw Lemuel walking out of the room opposite.

She was stunned and then hurried to shift her eyes as if she didn't see him. However, her heart kept

beating fiercely.

Lemuel stopped and stared at her, looking mocking and disdainful.

'What a slut! You even hook up with the old man!'

His eyes looked horribly cold. Then his gaze slowly went downwards, and finally it fixed on her worn

and broken suitcase.

Verena couldn't help feeling stiff all over. She even held up her breath.

She was about to be the legitimate wife of Wilson Lawson, and also the stepmother of Lemuel Lawson.

However, the most ridiculous thing was that she actually slept with her future stepson before!

She had never expected that she would get herself in such a chaos.

"Miss Moore…" his voice suddenly sounded.

Verena didn't dare to turn around. She just answered nervously, "What's the matter?"

However, Lemuel didn't reply. He just fixed his eyes on the suitcase, on the surface of which her bras

and underwear were hung.

He even seemed to smell the fragrance of her body from the bras.

After looking at them for quite a while, he finally uttered casually, "Don't be so nervous. I just want to tell

you that your belongings come out of your suitcase. That's it."

'Come out of my suitcase?' she turned around and her face blushed all of a sudden.

She squatted down and hurried to tuck them in the suitcase. Then she teetered inside the room while

dragging it.

She didn't calm herself down until she finally closed the door to get that oppressive figure away from

her.

'What a terrible guy!'

When seeing that, Lemuel sneered.

He deemed her hypocritical and pretentious with great disdain.

Though he could understand that she, as a woman, had a craze for money, and he was willing to

suffice it, he still disdained her for being money-oriented while pretending to be lofty at the same time.

Verena finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The room was spacious and luxurious. She felt quite comfortable when smelling the scent of flowers

coming from the garden.

She had been dreaming of such a room since she was a girl. Though her dream came true now, her

longing for this had already dissipated.

There was only endless bitterness lingering in her heart.

While she was still lost in thought, a voice sounded outside the door, "Madam, time for dinner!"

Verena hurried to refuse, "No, thanks! I am not hungry!"

If she went downstairs to have dinner, she would definitely meet Lemuel, Wilson and that eccentric-

looking guy, Cole!

So she would never get herself in such trouble!

But the servant didn't leave. Instead, she continued, "Madam, the dinner held by Mr. Wilson tonight is

to welcome your arrival. You should attend…"

When hearing that, Verena was aware that she was left no room to refuse.

She sighed and went downstairs.

Wilson was sitting on the host seat. While Verena sat on the left and Sammy, who was still drowsy, was Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

staying with her. Lemuel was sitting on the right with an emotionless face. However, he sometimes took

a glimpse at her chest as if he tried to see something under her top.

No one could tell what he was doing. However, Verena knew what he meant. Her face went blushed all

of a sudden. Then she glared at him, looking mad but bashful.

Cole, who was wearing a night-robe still, was also fixing his eyes on Verena. However, he looked a bit

hostile against her as if he was planning something evil.

There were all kinds of dishes placed on the table.

The food was delicious. However, Verena had no appetite for it.

Though Sammy was still drowsy, he still wanted to cling to her. Then he slid himself off the baby chair

and climbed up to her legs. He said in a sweet tone, "Miss Pretty, feed me…"

Verena felt less nervous while holding the soft body of Sammy. While playing with him, she fed him his

favorite food.

Wilson was quite satisfied when seeing that. But he seemed to think of something. Then he asked

Verena, "What do you do now?"

Actually, the admission letter of the university was ripped off by Queenie. So she was far away from her

dream college. And recently, she had been bothered by the surgery of her father. So she had no job.

She shook her head, looking frustrated.

When seeing that, Wilson looked at Lemuel, who was eating elegantly. Then he said, "Lemuel, go get a

job for Miss Moore in the Lawson Group…"