Chapter 98: A Mother with No Blood Relation

Watching the light disappear under the door crack, Grace's hand, raised in mid-air, suddenly froze. Her expression dimmed as she let her hand drop. However, Grace did not leave just yet.

Instead, she let her hand dangle down to the doorknob of John's room. Perhaps, amidst the grievance and discomfort, only her son could be the sole solace for her soul.

Grace's slender fingers on the doorknob loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, before she gently pushed the door open. The bedroom with the light off was not as dark as she had imagined. John, although lying under the covers, was not asleep.

Like most people, he had to play with his phone for a while before going to sleep. John was no exception. The bright light from his square phone screen was cast on his face, as if it were the only light in the pitch-black bedroom.

As Grace entered, John abruptly slammed his phone down and looked up.

"What's the matter? Did Mom scare you?"

Seeing John's appearance, a flicker of confusion crossed Grace's face, and her gaze lingered on John's phone for a moment.

But she didn't think much of it. Instead, she thought that her sudden entrance had startled John.

"Nothing, why did you come over, Mom?"

John shook his head, looking at Grace in confusion.

"I can't sleep. Can Mom sleep with you tonight?"

Looking at Grace, who was hugging the pillow with a face full of longing, John was puzzled. But he still moved over and said, "Okay!"

Seeing John's permission, a smile appeared on Grace's face. She quietly placed her pillow next to John's and then got under the covers.

Perhaps in Grace's mind, John was just her son, and there was nothing wrong with a mother and son lying together. But the kind-hearted Grace completely ignored the fact that John was not her biological child, and there was no complete blood relationship between them.

Moreover... John was no longer a child. He was already an adult and would be able to take the middle school entrance examination in two years. Adolescents always have a bit of fantasy about sex. But Grace never thought of this at all. Even sleeping with John seemed nothing to her.

After all, it was quite normal for a mother to hold her son when she was upset, right? Besides, both of them were wearing pajamas.

With this thought in mind, Grace lay down next to John.

The moment she lifted the covers, the body fragrance that seeped through the pajamas invaded John's nose, and at the same time, Grace's perfect figure, which was still charming and enchanting even with the pajamas covering it, came into view.

Feeling Grace lying down next to him, John suddenly became as still as a tightly wound spring.

On the other side, Grace felt completely relaxed after lying down next to her child.

The gloom and burden that had surrounded her all day seemed to have lightened a lot.

"Mom... are you okay?"

John twisted his body restlessly in the covers and finally lay on his side to look at Grace.

From his angle, Grace was lying on her back, and her beautiful profile was fully in John's sight.

Along with it, there was the bulge of the quilt from her snow-white neck down, like a hill.

Even though the quilt and pajamas covered it and he couldn't see what was inside, the perfect curve of the bulge was extremely easy to make people daydream.

John's gaze glanced at Grace's profile and then involuntarily shifted to the bulging chest. Of course, John didn't stare for long. He just took a look and immediately shifted his gaze.

In fact, this kind of gaze from John was also a normal reaction for a normal man.

After all, a living movie star-level beauty was lying next to him. If there was no reaction at all, then one would have to check if there was a problem with oneself...

Grace, as a mother, did not notice John's gaze. She only knew that the moment she lay down with her son, her whole body and mind seemed to be released, just like when she first graduated and lived in a rental house with Mark, working late shifts every day and lying with Mark when she got home, feeling that all the soreness and fatigue were gone the moment she got home.

Of course... In Grace's view, this kind of feeling was just a normal mother-son relationship, nothing more. That's why she lay down next to John and slept in the same bed with her son.

This kind of treatment was something that the security guard Thorne, who was still in prison at the moment, could never get in his lifetime.

Similarly, John was also the first time to share a quilt with a woman, and such a beautiful woman who had no blood relation to him.

For a moment, John's heart began to beat violently. He licked his dry lips, his throat rolled up and down, and he asked the question that he cared about very much.

The scene he saw when he came home a few hours ago was still lingering in his mind. As the only relative, John still cared about Grace from the bottom of his heart.

Grace, who was also deeply hurt by Mark, felt her cold heart warm up immediately when she heard John's question. In the boundless cold darkness, there was finally a ray of warm light that illuminated her.

"I'm fine!" Grace said the word with a trembling voice. The moment the words came out, tears rolled down her eyes.

The next second, before John could react in shock to seeing Grace crying sadly, Grace deliberately turned to her side, put one arm under John's neck, hugged his shoulders, and pulled him into her arms.

This moment seemed as long as a century. Feeling the heat of the skin close to him, John's body froze, unable to move an inch, his mind went blank, as if even the surrounding air had solidified and he couldn't breathe...