Always Been Yours (Tessa and Nicholas)

Chapter 559

When Gregory heard his father rejecting him again, he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes.

"No crying." Nicholas didn't have the habit of comforting anyone apart from Tessa, and he didn’t even do it to his own son. All he could do was order Gregory not to cry. However, when those words slipped out of his mouth, Gregory cried even harder than before. "I want Miss Tessa. I want Miss Tessa!" The young boy sobbed as he stared at Nicholas, looking especially pitiful with his swollen and red eyes.

Both father and son glared at one another for a while before Nicholas let out a sigh and bent down to carry Gregory over to the couch. He sat the young boy down before speaking in the gentlest tone he could manage. "Aunt Tessa has been preparing for a really important competition recently, and she's really busy now. We'd be making things harder for her if we visited her now.”

Gregory was disappointed to hear this and stuck his lower lip out in a pout. However, he was also sensible enough to stop crying. He pouted for a long while before he finally spoke with a shaky voice. "Since Miss Tessa is studying music there, 1 want to go there to study too. I want to work hard with Miss Tessa."

never expected his son to utter such words. However, he quickly made sense of it when he thought of Tessa and Gregory's tight relationship. "You'll have to work really hard, then. Your Aunt Tessa is a really impressive woman," he

his father an exaggerated nod. The young boy wore a serious look

lips into a smile when he saw how serious his son looked. "If that's what you want, then perhaps I can bring you over to meet her after she's done with this competition of hers," Nicholas promised with a smile

lit up immediately. "I always knew you

rushed to the company. He had only sat in his office for a while when Edward knocked on the door and walked in. "President Sawyer, I have sorted out the follow-up data needed to terminate our partnership with Stone Enterprise.

didn't express much of an opinion as he listened to Edward's reports. Instead, he sat on his executive chair, dressed in a handmade black suit over a white shirt that he buttoned all the way up. His outfit, along with his flawless features, made him seem both dangerous and mesmerizing. The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window in his office

little amount of money he had spent on compensating the Stones. "Also, the shareholders seem to be protesting the loss

he heard this. A threatening look flashed across his eyes. "You can just ignore them. The shareholder meeting is tomorrow, and I'll