When he said this, Leonard Winston seemed to notice this problem only then. For a moment, he was at a loss for words and fell into silence.
On the other end of the phone, Ethan Winston didn't get a response from Leonard Winston. Mistaking his silence for acquiescence, he became excited and exclaimed, "Brother, why didn't you tell me about such a wonderful thing? Coincidentally, Grandpa asked me to call you today and bring sister - in - law back for dinner. Haha, I didn't expect this phone call to bring such good news!"
Leonard Winston's eyes flickered a few times, but he ultimately didn't offer any explanation. He just replied with an "mm" to indicate that he would go.
After hanging up the phone, Leonard Winston carefully recalled the conversation with Ethan Winston.
Children?
He had never thought about it before.
There was no love between him and Rachel Saintclair. Besides meeting each other's needs and physical pleasures, they would definitely not consider the matter of having children.
It was only Ethan Winston's speculation today that made him start to realize this issue.
"Children..." Leonard Winston couldn't help but fall into a reverie. If he and Rachel Saintclair really had a child, who would the child resemble more?
At his age, he was considered young and promising in the eyes of others. However, being in such a large family, his premature mental maturity had made him no longer in the state that a 28 - year - old should be.
But since they had been married for three years, it was time to think about having an heir.
Leonard Winston played with the phone in his hand, and his thoughts drifted to the home in Celestial Cove. This girl had been ordered by him not to go out, and Aunt Lily was sent to watch over her. He wondered if she was bored and tossing and turning at the moment, or if she had cursed him countless times.
Just thinking about her angry but dare - not - speak - out look, Leonard Winston couldn't help but want to laugh.
Actually, having a child might not be bad. If he had a child with her, it would surely be very interesting.
But... Elizabeth Collins definitely wouldn't agree.
As soon as he thought of Elizabeth Collins, a tender feeling welled up in Leonard Winston's heart. This was an emotion that would never arise towards Rachel Saintclair.
However, upon careful consideration, Elizabeth Collins' temper was not as good as Rachel Saintclair's. She was sometimes spoiled, willful, and occasionally sarcastic, not as considerate and understanding as Rachel Saintclair at all. Although it was not excluded that Rachel Saintclair was deliberately pretending and trying to please him, her ability to read people's expressions indeed made Leonard Winston feel at ease.
Today was Sunday. After briefly arranging the matters at hand, Leonard Winston drove home.
Assistant Jonas Shaw was almost scared out of his wits. Early in the morning, Mr. Winston pushed off a very important meeting. Then, a major news event suddenly broke out, and he demanded it be pushed out immediately without delay. After that, he handed over the affairs of Winston Group to him to handle and then left...
Jonas Shaw asked Oliver uncertainly, "Is Mr. Winston... in love?"
Oliver's expression was probably no different from having eaten a live fly. He held back for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence, "Don't randomly guess about Mr. Winston's affairs."
So Jonas Shaw had a vague idea, but really didn't dare to think further. The affairs of these big shots changed rapidly, and it wasn't something that a small person like him could casually guess. One wrong move could cost him his job.
Inside the Sunray Jewelry building, Henry Edwards sat behind the desk, with the just - pushed breaking - news headline in front of him.
Leonard Winston's perfect figure and face appeared in the photo. He recognized this man. It was the one who picked up Rachel Saintclair at the entrance of Grove Restaurant that day.
Although the face of the person in his arms couldn't be seen in the photo, a section of fair calf and flowing long hair revealed the person's identity.
If it wasn't a lover, there was no need to be so secretive.
But Leonard Winston had always been full of gossip, and having a few more female companions was no big deal. If it was Elizabeth Collins, he could show off their love openly in front of the camera without any scruples.
His deliberate concealment could only mean one thing: this woman was very important to him.
This woman was not Elizabeth Collins, so who was she?
Henry Edwards first thought of Rachel Saintclair because she got into Leonard Winston's car that day. There must be some relationship between them.
But in Leonard Winston's news, Rachel Saintclair's name and shadow had never appeared. Did this mean that they had only known each other for a short time?
What could be the reason for two people who had known each other for a short time to be so familiar? She was nestled in his arms like a little bird. What was the truth that he was covering up?
Henry Edwards' fingers tightened slightly. Rachel Saintclair, was this the reason why you didn't want to start over with me?
"Sam Jenkins, contact Rachel Saintclair, the designer from Majesty, and ask her how long it will take for the design drawing to be completed." Henry Edwards instructed his assistant like this.
Sam Jenkins immediately contacted Majesty. After that, he said with great difficulty, "Well... Majesty said that Designer Rachel didn't come to work today. She said she wasn't feeling well and took a leave to rest at home."
Henry Edwards' face darkened immediately. "What kind of illness is so serious that she needs to rest at home?" The Rachel Saintclair he knew wasn't the type to take a leave for a minor matter.
Or was it... because the person in the photo was her?
"Well... I don't know about that." Sam Jenkins murmured. He felt that Henry Edwards' emotions were a bit off. He seemed to be angry. But the designer was on sick leave. What was there for him to be angry about?
"Find out Rachel Saintclair's contact information and call again!" Henry Edwards had a fire pent up in his heart, and his stubbornness made even Sam Jenkins a little unable to watch.
"Getting the designer's personal phone number without permission like this... isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
"Can't you ask?!" Henry Edwards glared at him. "Is this your first day working with me? Do I have to teach you everything? What are you good for? You might as well just resign!"
Sam Jenkins was startled. It wasn't his first day working with Henry Edwards, but it was indeed the first time he had seen him so irrational.
Forget it, since Henry Edwards had said so, he could only do as he was told.
Sure enough, Vincent White was stunned when he heard that Sam Jenkins wanted Rachel Saintclair's phone number. The jewelry was ready - made, and the design drawing was added later. If anyone was in a hurry, it should be Rachel Saintclair and Vincent White, not Henry Edwards.
Sam Jenkins made up lies with sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, Vincent White finally gave him the phone number. Otherwise, he really didn't know what kind of expression Henry Edwards' face would turn into.
He turned to look. Henry Edwards' current appearance was on the verge of a volcanic eruption.
Having successfully obtained Rachel Saintclair's phone number, Henry Edwards hesitated when it came to dialing. He didn't dare to make the call for a long time and finally threw the phone to Sam Jenkins.
Poor Sam Jenkins silently wailed in his heart. Today's Henry Edwards was definitely not the one he knew! Should he find a time to take him to a temple to worship and get rid of evil spirits or something? If this happened a few more times, he would surely go crazy.
After dialing the number, Henry Edwards tried his best not to pay attention, but his eyes still couldn't help but stare closely at Sam Jenkins' actions. There was an unconcealable concern in his eyes, fortunately, Sam Jenkins didn't notice.
After several attempts to call without success, Sam Jenkins gave up and shook his head at Henry Edwards.
After a few seconds of silence, Henry Edwards suddenly slapped the table hard, which startled Sam Jenkins.
"Well... Designer Rachel might really be seriously ill. We can try to contact her again. There's no need to be so angry."
Henry Edwards' complexion changed in a complicated way, but he ultimately couldn't say anything. After all, his anger really seemed a bit unjustified.
He sat back in his chair somewhat dejectedly, waved his hand to signal Sam Jenkins to leave, and the latter ran away as if granted amnesty.
Henry Edwards stared at the phone on the table, his mood very complicated.
"Rachel, could that person... be you?"