The Duke’s Affair -Part One

Watching her husband’s back, Misha gave a bitter smile. Many times, she had looked at her husband with admiration, but he never looked back… “Mommy.” Dean approached the affluent middle-aged woman on the sofa, kissed her cheek, then turned to his grandmother, a petite but noble Chinese lady, and said, “Grandma, welcome back. How was Switzerland?” He kissed her as well, amusing the nearly seventy-year-old, yet spirited, elderly woman who looked no more than fifty. “It was nice, the new farm has good air!” The old grandmother said with a smile, looking her eldest grandson up and down. “Dean, what have you been busy with these days? You haven’t even come home?” His mother couldn’t help but reprimand her son, pulling Misha to sit down. Dean sat next to his grandmother, “Mommy, there’s been a lot going on. Reggie is overseeing things in America, and I’m handling everything in Europe alone, of course, it’s been busy!” “What about Nangong Lie and Beidian Xi, aren’t they your assistants? Why aren’t they helping you?” His mother asked, knowing her daughter-in-law often spent lonely nights, and her son’s so-called busyness was definitely not to the extent of not having time to come home! “They’ve gone to Asia and the Middle East.” This was true. “Alright, Anna, Dean is grown up, he knows what he’s doing. With such a big family, only Dean and Reggie to manage, of course, they’ll be busy. Don’t pressure them!” The old grandmother sided with her grandson, speaking to her daughter-in-law. Dean’s mother, Anna, hearing this, quickly restrained her criticism: “I’m not blaming you. But Dean, you shouldn’t neglect Misha. You’ve been married for over a year now, and you don’t even have a child…” “That’s true, Dean, I’m eager to hold a great-grandson!” The old grandmother was always sensitive about the issue of great-grandchildren. Misha shyly lowered her head; although Western, Misha was raised with relatively conservative values, making her personality gentle and pure. “We have our plans! Grandma and Mommy, don’t worry!” Dean said, standing up: “Come on, I’m hungry, let’s have lunch together!” It was clear he wanted to end the topic. Everyone knew his temper; when he wanted to avoid certain issues, even at gunpoint, he wouldn’t continue. So, they started a new conversation and proceeded with lunch…