Chapter 263
Chapter 263:
That question caught Kailey off guard, and she couldn’t find the right words at first.
It came back to her then — she remembered scrolling through all those unread texts from Kyson during her commute home.
“Do you want to catch a movie later? Should we go out and do something fun? What time will you be done with work? I could make dinner reservations for us tonight p>
She hadn’t answered a single one of them.
A pang of guilt crept in. She cleared her throat. “Maybe we should just call it a night and head to bed p>
Kyson froze, clearly caught off guard by the abrupt question. His throat tightened as he asked carefully, “Are we sleeping in separate rooms, or together p>
𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯
“We p>
Kailey was about to reply when the door burst open.
“Kyson, Kailey p>
The sudden interruption cut the moment short.
Kyson shut his eyes and released a tired breath. He didn’t need to turn around to guess who it was. Kailey, who had been wound tight with nerves, instinctively looked over and saw a refined woman entering with effortless grace.
She was dressed in a fitted black cocktail gown, a soft feather accent brushing her collarbone as she moved. Her makeup was flawless, her features well preserved, and a wide hat crowned her look — every detail speaking of elegance and status.
“Mrs. Blake?” Kailey called out tentatively.
Irene Blake’s face lit up at once. She opened her arms and stepped forward. “Kailey, you still remember me p>
Kailey was pulled into a warm embrace, wrapped in a rich, expensive fragrance that oddly reminded her of how she had once imagined a mother would smell. She breathed it in without thinking. When Irene finally released her, Kailey replied, “Of course. You look exactly the same p>
“Oh, sweetheart, you flatter me!” Irene smiled broadly and took a velvet case from her handbag. “This is a small gift. After all these years, you absolutely cannot refuse p>
Any courteous refusal Kailey had prepared vanished instantly. “Mrs. Blake p>
Irene leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with playful reproach. “It just crossed my mind, dear. Shouldn’t you be calling me something different now p>
“You can wait until you prepare a proper gift for that title p>
The voice came from behind them.
Irene turned and found herself gently but decisively moved aside by her son. Kyson stood with one hand in his pocket, his other arm wrapped firmly around Kailey’s shoulders — possessive and protective. His face remained calm. “Kailey and I registered our marriage today. Thank you for the gift. You can leave now p>
The room fell silent under the weight of several stunned stares.
Kailey thought it was terribly rude to send someone away the moment they arrived. Irene thought speaking with her son was pointless — he lacked Kailey’s warmth entirely. Karol, meanwhile, worried that Kyson might be upset she had contacted Irene without asking.