Three days later, Sidney realized why Jayson had suddenly changed his attitude that day.
This time, it was her and Jayson who became the focus of entertainment news.
The newspaper featured a photo of her and Jayson holding hands, standing very close while trying on wedding rings. Another photo showed Jayson holding her hand, walking out of the store together. It suggested they were a couple rushing to prepare for their wedding. The jewelry store even provided special service late at night, and the article listed which celebrities had ordered their wedding rings there. Finally, it speculated that she might be pregnant with Jayson's child, which explained why he was in such a hurry to marry her.
That day, Sidney had tried on the wedding rings in the VIP room. Who could have had the ability to secretly photograph them in such a private place?
This was definitely Jayson's scheme! To cover up the rumors about him and the car model, and to shape his image, he announced to the world that he was about to get married. No matter how wild he was outside, he still had a proper wife from a noble family waiting for him at home.
Everything was now laid bare. Sidney realized she had been too naive to think that Jayson actually wanted to treat her well.
After mocking herself, Sidney sent her aunt's breakfast to her room, which the chef had prepared. Her aunt had already finished getting ready and was sitting at the table, waiting. Sidney placed the tray down. Her aunt always preferred a light breakfast, like oatmeal with fruit and some scrambled eggs on the side. Sidney left the room and then made a fresh pot of coffee, which she brought back in. Since her mother's passing, Sidney had done this countless times to get by in the Calderon family. There was another reason, too—her mother had asked her to take good care of her aunt and never to upset her.
Her aunt was originally from a prestigious family and ate with great elegance. Her bowl and chopsticks never made a sound when they clinked. She ate slowly, taking small bites of the oatmeal and vegetables. Sidney waited beside her until she was sure her aunt had no further instructions before preparing to leave.
"In a little while, someone will drop off a package for you. It's your medication—take it after each meal."
"What kind of medicine is it?"
"It's for gynecological health, to assist with pregnancy," the stepmother replied without even looking up.
"…Got it." As expected, they were treating her as a tool to solidify her connection with the Nixon family! When did they even start taking care of her gynecological health...
Sure enough, not long after, a delivery arrived with a box. Sidney opened it to find numerous packets of liquid medicine and a manual. She took one packet out, opened it, poured it into a bowl, and microwaved it. She took a sip, and the bitter taste made her wrinkle her face. Still, she forced herself to finish it because the chef hadn't left yet and was watching her drink, while also putting the rest into the fridge.
The bitter taste in her mouth lingered, so she quickly found a piece of rock candy to suck on, which slightly alleviated the discomfort.
The cook immediately went into Aunt's room once she saw that Sidney had finished drinking. Sidney thought she was probably going to report to the lady that she had obediently taken the medicine.
Back in her own room, she began to pack her luggage, sealing up what wasn't needed for now.
Before noon, an unfamiliar number appeared on her phone. Sidney usually didn't answer such calls, but with the current situation being special, afraid of missing something, she hesitated and finally picked up.
"Is this Sidney?" The voice belonged to a woman of around forty or fifty years old.
"Yes, it is," Sidney replied, unable to tell who it was.
"I am Mr. Nixon's butler. May I ask if there's anything special that Miss Calderon would like to mention before moving in?" The butler asked respectfully.
"There's nothing special to mention," Sidney thought, puzzled as to what she could possibly need to mention.
"For example, do you have any preferred brands of toiletries, or particular utensils you always use, or if your luggage has a specific arrangement you would like, feel free to let me know."
"..." Sidney couldn't help but admire how incredibly diligent the butler was. She was calling to ask about such small details in advance. How particular could Jayson be? "Uh... I don't have any special requests. Just follow your usual practices."
"Alright, when the moving company comes to collect your luggage in a couple of days, please label which box contains your clothes and shoes so I can arrange them for you."
Sidney thought to herself that she didn't have many clothes, and the butler seemed to be overthinking things. Still, she politely thanked her before hanging up the phone.
