Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 151

Clyde, the old family butler, had been around since Kashton was a tyke, and Kashton was a real troublemaker

compared to other kids-always something to keep an eye on.

But Clyde could see clear as day that no matter how often the master disciplined Kashton, he really did care for

the boy deep down. Clyde wished Kashton would stick around a couple more days and spend sextra time

with his father. It was the sway Clyde felt about his children spending more twith him as he got older.

"Great! More twith your old man!" Clyde said, beaming from ear to ear.

Kashton gave Clyde's shoulder a friendly pat. "Clyde, get srest. I'm heading in!"

"Sure thing!" Clyde muttered, making tracks for his room to get sshut-eye.

Kashton slid into his slippers and headed for Elden's room.

He pushed the door open and walked right in, letting it bang against the wall and rock back a couple of times.

"Dad, I'm back!" Kashton called out, flopping down on the bed.

Elden, pushing fifty, was a night owl, always up late doing his fortune-telling thing in his room.

Elden didn't even bother to open his eyes at Kashton's voice, grumbling, "I'm not dead yet, so why are you

here?"

"Tut, tut, tut!" Kashton clucked his tongue three times. "How could you say that?"

Elden took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking at his son, who never lived up to his expectations.

"You've been back for a while now. How many times have you actually chto spend the night here?"

"I know you're eager to have grandkids, right? Well, I've been in a rush to give you a cute one!" Kashton

chuckled.

Elden snorted coldly, giving Kashton a sidelong glance. "You're always hanging around with women, so why

aren't the babies showing up at our door calling you dad?"

Kashton looked at his father, thinking, "Well, | have the most effective birth control method!"

He definitely didn't dare say that out loud to Elden. He kept up his smirk on his handsface, and his charming

eyes slightly smiled. "Dad, didn't you predict I'd have sdisaster coming my way recently?" "And? Did it

happen?" Elden leaned in, his interest piqued.

Kashton got into a nice position of comfort on the bed. "Tellmore. What kind of disaster was it supposed to

be?" He had left in a hurry last tand only heard his dad mutter something about a disaster, but he just blew

it off without pressing for more details. Because with Elden, one could only take his words with a grain of salt, as

they might ctrue or might be completely off.

Like in Elvis's case, his predictions never hit the mark.

"The tarot cards say you're headed for shealth trouble. Can't pin it down from the cards, though. Get to the

hospital and check it out. Make sure you haven't caught something nasty," Elden said to Kashton, giving him the

once-over like he had a smell that wouldn't wash off.

‘Seriously?’ Kashton thought. If he was just going to go to the hospital, what was the point of coming to Elden for

advice?

Anyway, he didn't buy for a minute that he had skind of men's disease.

Elden shot him a look that could cut.

"Dad, is there any way to, you know, fix this?" Kashton asked, hoping there was skind of magic spell to undo

bad news.

Elden just sighed, shaking his head at his son's antics. "The cards say you could turn this around for the better,

or it might get really bad. The key is..."

"What is it?" Kashton asked, leaning in, his eyes sparkling with hope.

"To find your lucky charm!" Elden said, getting up from the bed.

Kashton's brow furrowed. "Lucky charm? Who?" Kashton was confused.

"No idea! It's all about luck!" Elden replied, grabbing his coffee mug and walking out of his room.

"No way," Kashton muttered, staring at the door as it closed behind Elden.

He wondered, 'Who the heck is my lucky charm? With the millions in Xosa, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.

Couldn't he at least givea hint?’

"Hey, Dad, spirit!" Kashton had just stepped outside when he ran right into his father. Even though Elden was

over fifty, he was in such good shape that when Kashton bumped into him, Elden stood there like a statue, not

even a wobble.

"That's all I've got. Can't see any further than that!" Elden was holding the mug filled to the brim with coffee,

and it didn't spill a single drop.

"You really can't make accurate predictions, can you?" Kashton complained.

"How's Elvis been lately?" Elden asked, changing the subject.

"He's doing great." Kashton rolled his eyes at Elden. "I even set him up with a girlfriend!"

Sometimes he wondered if he really was Elden's son, or if Carlos and Elvis were. Every the cback, his

father always asked about those two but didn't seem concerned about him. "Does the girl know about Elvis's

situation?" Elden inquired with curiosity.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you anymore. I'm going to my room to sleep," Kashton said, shoving his hands

into his pockets and heading to his room with a casual swagger.

"I'll just use these days at hto

take a break from the dating scene. Then, when I'm back out there, I'll find a nice girl and maybe | can

dodge whatever trouble's suppl net

to cmy way," Kashton thought, a smug smile creeping onto his face.

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Mikayla had gone to bed early the night before, and as soon as her alarm sounded, she got up from her warm

and snug bed.

She had slept deeply and awoke feeling rejuvenated and full of energy.

However, standing in the bathroom, she was on the verge of a breakdown when she saw the marks on her neck.

If she went to the office with those marks after being absent for a few days, she would definitely becthe

center of attention at the company.

No amount of concealer could hide them.

With a resigned sigh, Mikayla searched her wardrobe for a high-necked, sheer blouse to go under her work

clothes. The large bow at the collar was quite chic, and overall, it didn't look too odd. Heading downstairs, Carlos

was already sitting in the dining room, reading the newspaper with a graceful posture and an air of dignity.

He seemed to always rise early in the morning.

As Mikayla descended the stairs, Dexter began to push the prepared breakfast from the kitchen into the dining

area.

"Good morning, my darling!" Carlos’

eyes lifted slightly, a smile playing at

the corners of his mouth when he caught sight of Mikayla donning a high-collared, sheer blouse. It was a rare

occurrence, and his eyes sparkled with a knowing

wn

amusement.

He was quite pleased with his own masterpiece!

Mikayla took in Carlos' smug grin and, with an irritated sigh, sat down across from him.

Dexter started serving the dishes, each one looking more delicious than the last.

Just by their appearance, they were incredibly tempting.

"Who upset you so early in the morning, my dear?" Carlos asked, scooping up his oatmeal.

'Oh, please. | think you know who!" Mikayla thought.

"Carlos, could you please not leave marks on my neck next time?" Mikayla munched on her quiche, her

resistance to Dexter's culinary skills dwindling.

"Sure!" Carlos agreed readily, catching Mikayla off guard. But then his next words were as unashamed as could

be.

"Next time, I'll just choose a different spot! How about... that spot?" Carlos said with a playful wink.