Chapter 619 Serafina, Let's Remarry 2
He had expected Serafina to pull away.
But she didn't. Instead of retreating, she reached out to gently caress his handsome face, her voice soft and tender, "Isn't it natural for me to care about you? Or don't you want my concern?"
Jacob's voice grew even more husky, "How could I not want it?"
Without wasting another moment, he gently guided her head down and kissed her tenderly.
After a soft kiss, Jacob leaned back, chatting casually with Serafina about Abigail and dinner plans, until a contented chuckle escaped him.
When Jacob smiled, he was devastatingly charming—few women could resist him, especially with Serafina in his arms.
He didn't rush to make love to her. Instead, they rested their foreheads together intimately, sharing sweet nothings, with Jacob ultimately expressing his desire to remarry her.
Serafina didn't refuse outright. She trembled in Jacob's arms. "Isn't what we have now wonderful?"
"Serafina, I feel it's not enough."
He wanted to hold her like this forever, until they were old and gray. When he whispered these tender words in her ear, both of them felt something exquisite, and Serafina's cheeks bloomed with an enchanting blush.
Jacob couldn't help but kiss her again, though he said nothing.
This silence spoke louder than any words.
From that day forward, they began living together.
Jacob was still recovering and needed to rest at home, so Anya frequently appeared at the villa.
However, those troublesome executives rarely visited, and when they did, it was only two or three at a time, never turning into half-day meetings.
During the day, he rested while handling business matters. At night, they shared their thoughts and intimate moments.
Autumn deepened.
In the evening, the setting sun poured golden light over the land, while clouds gathered in soft, luminous bands across the horizon.
A black sedan slowly pulled up to the villa entrance.
As soon as the car stopped, Jacob opened the door and stepped out, wearing a classic black and white suit that made him look mature and distinguished.
Serafina emerged carrying five-month-old Abigail. The late October weather was quite cool, so Serafina had dressed Abigail in a thin down jacket that was both light and warm.
Seeing Serafina with Abigail, Jacob immediately approached and took the baby from her arms, gently patting her bottom. "Abigail, did you miss Daddy?"
In fact, he and Serafina had remarried just two days ago. Originally, Jacob had wanted to throw a lavish wedding, but Serafina refused, saying it would be embarrassing for two people who had both been married before to have another ceremony.
Since she refused, Jacob was always thinking of other ways to make it up to her.
Two months after his surgery, his body had fully recovered, and every night he made sure to collect interest on the year they'd spent apart. After each encounter, Serafina would lie in his arms for a long time, practically convinced he was made of steel.
In the darkness, Jacob traced her lips with his finger and pressed a gentle kiss there, treasuring every moment.
As for Abigail's surname, she would permanently be called Abigail Penrose. Not only did Jacob approve, but Oliver and Sarah agreed as well—after all, who told Jacob to lose Serafina in the first place? Regardless, Abigail was still their eldest granddaughter in the Windsor family.
Abigail absolutely adored Jacob.
Her aesthetic sense was already developing, and she knew Jacob was handsome. She nestled in Jacob's arms, cupping his face and giving him a sweet kiss, babbling adorably.
Jacob couldn't help but kiss her back several times.
Then he looked up at Serafina, his eyes full of love, his voice carrying a husband's tender warmth. "Everything's arranged at the hospital. We can go get Abigail's vaccination, and we'll be back just in time for dinner."
Serafina nodded and slipped into the back seat that Jacob had opened for her, then took Abigail back.
Jacob didn't use a driver—he drove himself, simply wanting to spend time alone with Serafina and occasionally play with Abigail. He loved the feeling of going home.
Unless it was an extremely important business engagement, he now declined everything, spending most of his time coming home early to be with Serafina and Abigail.
As Serafina settled into the car with Abigail, Jacob watched her intently for a moment before closing the door.
He walked around to the front and buckled his seatbelt, speaking cheerfully, "I had a business lunch today and ran into Avery and Isadora. Are they still playing games with each other? I saw them coming out of a hotel—were they sleeping together in broad daylight?"
His suggestive tone made Serafina's cheeks flush pink.
Jacob had done it on purpose.
Seeing Serafina blush, he didn't continue, instead starting the car with satisfaction and chatting lightly with her. He now shared company matters with Serafina, like telling her about new attractive secretaries in the office. He felt nothing for beautiful women—he only mentioned them to make Serafina jealous.
Serafina always indulged him.
During this period, they got along wonderfully, like an ordinary married couple, yet somehow with an extra touch of loving sweetness.
Jacob wasn't a man who put his love into words, but he expressed his feelings through actions—daily tenderness and consideration, passionate nights, weekly gifts that made any woman's heart flutter.
She reciprocated with little surprises of her own, perhaps a shirt and tie she'd personally selected, or the kind of attention he enjoyed at night.
In short, it was sweet and loving.
Jacob didn't go to a hospital under the Montague Group, but instead arranged to visit a large children's hospital near their home.
In the vaccination room.
Abigail had her down jacket removed and lay bare-bottomed in Jacob's arms, looking tearfully at the nurse. The nurse held a syringe with medicine dripping from the needle tip.
Before the needle even touched her, Abigail began to cry.
Her little face crumpled as she wailed, mouth open revealing two adorable little white teeth.
Knowing Jacob doted on her, she cried while looking at him hopefully. Jacob felt both heartbroken and amused, hugging and kissing Abigail.
Finally, the thin needle pierced the tender baby skin. Abigail, having lost all hope in Jacob, lay against him hiccupping.
Serafina looked heartbroken, and Jacob glanced up at her with a soft laugh. "She's even more afraid of pain than you are."
The nurse nearby didn't dare look at Jacob.
She had never seen such a handsome man.
Abigail held a grudge.
After the vaccination, when the nurse tried to play with her, Abigail sulked in Jacob's arms, turning her little bottom toward the woman.
The nurse couldn't help saying, "Mr. Windsor, your daughter is so cute."
Hearing this, Jacob smiled slightly.
The nurse was mesmerized again.
Serafina wasn't naive. As they left the vaccination room, she gave Jacob a look that spoke volumes. Jacob knew exactly what she meant and teasingly pressed her to voice her thoughts. Just as they were sweetly bantering, Serafina's gaze suddenly froze, and she gently tugged Jacob's sleeve.
"Is that Taylor's husband, Samuel? Who's that woman with him?"
Jacob looked over.
Indeed, Samuel stood outside the pediatric clinic.
Beside him was a beautiful woman and a six or seven-year-old girl. Samuel bent down to stroke the girl's head comfortingly, then spoke to the woman beside him. The woman looked grief-stricken and naturally leaned against Samuel's shoulder, quietly sobbing.
Samuel spoke with pain in his voice, "Zenobia, Thalassa still has hope."
Zenobia was his college sweetheart—they'd dated for two years before parting ways after graduation. She had married a man she thought reliable, but he turned out to be abusive, so Zenobia brought her child to live in Evergreen City. A year later, Thalassa fell seriously ill, and fortunately Samuel was willing to care for them both.
Zenobia leaned against his shoulder, looking pitiful. "I know you're good to Thalassa and me, but Samuel, I'm really afraid of affecting your family. Dr. Montague is so accomplished—you really don't need to create problems with her because of us."
At the mention of Taylor, Samuel looked displeased.
For the past two years, he'd been caring for Zenobia and her daughter, but Taylor thought he was having an affair. Not only could she not understand him, she'd lost the compassion that should come with being a doctor. For quite some time now, they barely communicated as husband and wife.
In a week, he went home at most twice.
Taylor never asked questions, which made him feel even more that their home lacked warmth. In truth, he preferred spending time with Zenobia and Thalassa—at least they needed him.
Samuel was comforting Zenobia when he looked up and saw Jacob's dark expression.
If Serafina hadn't held him back, Jacob would have already stepped forward to beat the hell out of this bastard.