Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage

For a moment, silence hung over the dinner table. The family peeked at Ruben and Archibald next to him, yet both of them looked calm.

Supposedly, it was impossible for Ruben to know nothing of the gossip about Archibald, but why was he still so calm?

When the people were still wondering, Ruben blurted, "You’re almost 30 now, and finally, there’s some gossip about you. I thought you were gay."

Ruben’s words startled each one at the table. Did the master of the house just say that?

Even Archibald couldn’t resist coughing. What’s more, Ruben looked sideways at Archibald, and asked seriously in a sonorous voice, "It’s said that you took her to take a pregnancy test. Is she pregnant?"

Bang, clank. The noises of chopsticks and spoons falling into the bowls came.

'Grandpa Ruben, could you stop stunning us with your words?'

May closed her gaping mouth, picked up the chopsticks again that she had been too surprised to hold, and stared at Ruben admiringly. "Grandpa, you’re really something. Your ideas keep pace with the times. It’s not easy for Archibald to be in a relationship since he’s no longer young, and it’d be best if he really had a child. In that case, I will have not only a sister-in-law, but also a nephew. It’s great to buy one and get one free."

However, Beatrice didn’t think so. When she had seen the news, she had thought it was made-up. If there really was some woman pregnant with her son’s baby, it would be a top priority for her, and something serious for the Hawkins' family too.

After all, Archibald was the lineal grandson, so his child would be the first one of Ruben’s eldest son’s family. If it were a boy, he would take over the Hawkins' family business in the future, and the mother of the child must be someone the Hawkins' family was satisfied with. Therefore, what Beatrice was more worried about was whether her son was really the baby’s father or not!

"Archibald, is that true? What kind of family is that woman from? Such thing can’t be handled casually," Beatrice asked, frowning.

"I know that. It’s a hostess called Lillian Spencer," May offered the answer.

She picked up a meatball and stuffed it into

stared at his anxious mother and

as if he was trying to recall

not some decent identity, at

his head slightly and whispered into his grandfather’s ear, "Grandpa, you met her in the hospital last

He suddenly realized, "So

and their eyes darted between the grandfather and grandson. Were they

family. Both Serena and Benedict had been listening to them, while Benedict

up at the dinner table, something mysterious glinted in

a lawyer. She didn’t want to do it, but the radio

morning, a swarm of journalists encircled the court. Once Lillian got off the car, they surged towards her. Luckily, bodyguards were dispatched from Archibald to

he had made such achievement and could be considered a big shot.

because

exactly Sebastian. In a black suit, he looked statuesque and stern. On his right was his secretary, while on his left

they couldn’t help but be stunned and came to him in swarms, while the

Palmer, did you bring the lawyer with you today for Spencer’s case?" One of the journalists asked across

the journalist, "I think highly of Lillian. Since my media company is short of great hosts, I’m very willing to ask Lillian to join my company after she

in court, and he was also holding out an olive branch to her. As long as

Archibald, while Sebastian came personally with his lawyer to help her. It was a story of the hero rescuing a beauty, but who would believe that Sebastian was

Well, a great