Chapter 38: Though She Had Renovated Willowcrest Estate After Returning

Though she had renovated Willowcrest Estate after returning from Africa, Sienna still lacked some daily essentials. Her staff delivered fresh ingredients every morning, but she never kept snacks in the house. Right now, there was absolutely nothing edible available. To make matters worse, her stomach had started cramping painfully. She checked her own pulse and realized her period would arrive in five days—and she had no sanitary pads at the manor!

Meanwhile, at the Harrington Estate…

Noah came running toward Lucas, clutching a phone tightly. “Daddy, there’s trouble! Mommy looks like she’s trapped inside her house!” he cried, his small voice trembling with worry. “She’s walking around everywhere, like she’s searching for something!” He handed the phone over to his father. The device was linked to a high-tech drone no bigger than a leaf. Equipped with a four-million-pixel pinhole camera, it could capture crystal-clear images through glass from hundreds of meters away.

When the camera zoomed in, Lucas saw Sienna pacing restlessly inside the villa, one hand pressed against her lower abdomen. As a grown man, he understood immediately what was happening. He pocketed the phone and scooped Noah into his arms.

“Are we going to see Mommy, Daddy?” Noah asked, eyes bright with excitement.

“Yes,” Lucas replied simply. He carried the boy out to the car and buckled him into the backseat.

Lucas drove at high speed until they reached a luxury shopping mall. After parking, he turned to Noah. “Wait for me here. Clear the paparazzi outside Willowcrest Estate before we arrive.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I can handle it.” Noah puffed out his chest confidently and pulled out an iPad.

Inside the mall, Lucas grabbed a shopping cart and began scanning the aisles. It was his first time in such a place, but he adapted quickly. Still, he couldn’t ignore the stares from other shoppers.

He filled the cart rapidly—fresh vegetables, gourmet snacks, essential groceries. Then he reached the feminine hygiene aisle. Lucas froze, momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer variety of products. Shoppers around him whispered and stared in admiration.

“That man is unbelievably handsome! Way hotter than any supermodel or celebrity!”

“Oh my god, is he really buying pads? So gorgeous and thoughtful! I want a man like that!”

“Who’s his girlfriend? She’s the luckiest woman alive! I’d trade places with her in a heartbeat!”

Women nearby pulled out their phones, snapping pictures discreetly. As the crowd thickened, Lucas grabbed one of every type of pad on the shelf. He pushed two overflowing carts toward the checkout. Cashiers rushed to assist him, their hearts racing just from being near him. His purchases were packed into several large bags. Suddenly, five bodyguards in black appeared, loading the bags into the car. As Lucas reached the exit, he turned to Dominic. “Handle everyone who took photos.”

“Understood,” Dominic nodded, moving off to erase every digital trace.

Back at Willowcrest Estate, Sienna lay on her sofa, debating whether to ask her security team to disperse the paparazzi gathered outside. It felt trivial to assign them such a minor task.

Just then, a firm knock sounded at the door. One, two, three raps—steady and evenly spaced. Had she forgotten to activate the high-voltage security grid? Who could be knocking? Frowning, she moved to the window and looked down. Two figures stood at her door—one tall, one small. Lucas wore heavily insulated gloves. Beside him stood little Noah, adorable as always. How did they get through? Where were the paparazzi? As if sensing her gaze, Noah looked up and shouted, “Mommy, open up! We brought you groceries!”