With that, she pulled the pillow over her head.
This statement made Allen feel a pang in his heart.
That brat again. If it weren't for that brat, he probably wouldn't even have the means to subdue Blanche.
Why was that?
Why could she be so heartless and so carefree—
He just couldn't accept it.
He couldn't accept it at all.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Though he was to hold a wedding, Allen's villa remained as calm as ever.
His wedding was set to take place at the Marriott Hotel.
Blanche got up as usual and made breakfast.
However, this time she had learned to be a bit smarter and made a portion for Allen as well.
After finishing breakfast, she spoke first, "You must be very busy today, right? How about I take the child to kindergarten?"
Allen stared at her with dark eyes for a long time before he slightly parted his lips and said, "You stay at home. He needs to go to the venue; I will publicly acknowledge his identity."
Blanche's heart sank, and her hands, hidden under the tablecloth, clenched tightly onto her knees.
She managed to keep her emotions in check and slowly replied, "Have you asked the child how he feels about this?"
Allen's gaze fell on Jason's obedient profile, his voice brooking no argument. "He is the heir of the Smith family; he must accept this fact. I've said it—accepting it sooner will be better for him and for you."
At that moment, Jason looked up at Blanche and chirped, "Mommy, don't worry about me. I can handle it. You just help me pick out a nice suit, okay?"
Blanche was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained her composure. "Alright, do you want white or black? Or should you try both on?"
Jason nodded.
The mother and son agreed and went upstairs to try on suits.
Allen set down his chopsticks, his bowl barely moving, as he stared intently at Blanche's retreating figure.
Blanche and Jason soon came downstairs in their new outfits.
Blanche handed Jason over to Allen, speaking gently, "Take good care of the child."
Allen said nothing, but Jason, unusually proactive, took Allen's hand and said, "Daddy, let's go. Mommy, you stay home and take care of things. I'll be back soon."
Blanche nodded.
Allen's throat moved, his deep and burning gaze fixed tightly on Blanche's face. However, he swallowed hard and ultimately didn't utter a single word.
He carried Jason to the car, and Blanche watched them leave before she withdrew her smile.
She went back upstairs to quickly pack important items and documents.
Meanwhile, at the Marriott Hotel, guests were pouring in, and the media had gathered.
Upon arriving at the venue, Jason suddenly gave Allen a kiss on the cheek.
Allen was a bit taken aback and looked at him.
Jason smiled sweetly and asked, "Daddy, can I play a mobile game? Mommy never lets me play!"
Since his son was being so affectionate, Allen had no reason to refuse; he handed over his phone to Jason and then gave it to his subordinate to keep an eye on.
Then, he strode over to the suite where the bride was.
He opened the door to find Leslie alone inside.
She was wearing a wedding dress, shining brightly, with exquisite makeup.
However, when Allen saw her in that wedding dress, his expression darkened.
"Who told you to wear that wedding dress?" Allen's voice was cold.
Leslie's face flashed with helplessness as she grasped Allen's arm and said softly, "I know this wedding dress wasn't meant for me, but Allen, I've waited for you for so many years. Can't I at least try it on for Miss Blanche?"
Allen's expression was cold. "Take it off. Leslie, I made it clear from the beginning that this is a fair exchange; I don't owe you anything."
After a pause, he added, "You can leave New York now."
Leslie immediately burst into tears upon hearing this. "Allen, you've put on such a grand show, and Miss Blanche hasn't shown any signs of still loving you. You're preparing for this wedding, but what if she doesn't want it? She doesn't love you at all—"
Allen's expression was stern. "She will want it."
With Jason in his hands, he could make her a nanny or a lover; she would never refuse him, let alone remarry him.
Although this vulnerability made him feel a surge of jealousy, he was willing to endure it.
Just then, a subordinate who was watching over Jason suddenly rushed out, looking anxious. He turned to Allen and said, "Mr. Allen, it's bad! Young Master, Young Master is missing!"
Allen's expression tightened, and his imposing aura made the atmosphere around them grow tense.
"When did he go missing?" Allen's face was grave, the veins on his forehead faintly visible, as if he were suppressing his anger.
"Just now… Young Master said he wanted to play games in the room and that no one could disturb him. I was waiting by the door, but after a long time without any noise, I went in to check, and he was gone… The window was open; he must have escaped through the window."
Upon hearing this, Leslie felt a sense of relief. If Jason was missing, the wedding would definitely not take place, and she wouldn't have to see Blanche and Allen walk hand in hand into the hall of marriage.
"Allen, don't panic. Jason is just a child; he surely won't run far." Leslie pretended to comfort Allen, her delicate hands resting on his shoulder.
"Right, he won't run far."
Allen's tone was laced with chilling coldness, and a glint of bloodthirsty malice flashed in his eyes. "If he runs far, you can just wait to be thrown out of New York!"
Allen shoved Leslie to the ground. This wedding had been meticulously planned for Blanche, and so many people had come to witness his marriage to her, solidifying her status as his wife—ensuring she would never leave him.
But all of this had been ruined by Leslie…
Leslie's expression changed suddenly, but she forced herself to say, "A-A-Allen, what are you saying?"
"Don't think I don't know your little schemes." Allen shot her a cold glance. "I've had people watching her all along; I know everything she does. Now that she has taken Jason, it must be thanks to you."
With just a glance at the people downstairs, Allen understood the whole situation.
Leslie was barely holding herself together; she didn't know how to react, as if everything was collapsing before Allen.
Blanche was able to take Jason away because she had interfered a bit. Outside, it was all Allen's people. He had almost sealed off the Four Seasons Hotel for this wedding, fearing any unexpected incidents. Leslie knew that Blanche would come to look for Jason, so she secretly diverted Allen's people.
Allen's obsession with Blanche was unshakeable, and Leslie had no choice but to act this way. If only Allen had a little bit of feelings for her, it wouldn't have come to this…
"Since she's gone, the wedding should be replaced by me. There are so many people outside; how can we explain the bride's absence to them… Allen, I like you so much. Why don't you look at me? What about my family background and looks doesn't match up to you? Forget that woman and marry me," Leslie almost begged, her desire for Allen bordering on madness.
But Allen remained unmoved. In his heart, he only recognized Blanche. He even wanted to remarry her. If she was gone, what was the point of this wedding?
"Get lost!" Allen said coldly.
Leslie's face was filled with fear and hurt.
"You better hope you find her soon, or you're finished."
With that, Allen left with his people.
Leslie fell to her knees in despair. The gorgeous and beautiful wedding dress lay before her, but she could only long for it from a distance. How ironic… She knew that in Allen's heart, only that woman could wear this wedding dress. Why?!
Leslie clenched the hem of the wedding dress, her face filled with hatred. Blanche, since you've left, don't even think about coming back! Allen can only be mine; you might as well die outside!
Blanche held Jason's small hand, her palms sweating profusely from nervousness. Jason looked at her with innocent eyes, "Mommy, why are you so nervous? I'm a little scared."
Blanche realized her anxiety was affecting Jason and quickly composed herself. "Mommy isn't nervous; Mommy is just afraid of being separated from you."
"I won't be separated from Mommy!" Jason tightly grasped her hand. "In my heart, there's only Mommy! I don't want to be with anyone else but Mommy!"
Seeing how dependent Jason was on her, Blanche's eyes grew moist. "Mommy won't let you leave me."
Allen was using Jason to threaten and control her, unaware that it ignited the deep maternal love within Blanche. A mother can do anything for her child. She had already sensed how much Leslie wanted to be with Allen.