My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 607

“No way,” Cooper grumbled.

“Really? I know you're jealous!” Jane exclaimed with a cheeky smile. “Come on! You're a grown man. There's no need to be jealous of a kid! Aren't you afraid that Lucian will get back at you when he grows up?”

Cooper put on an angry face and sneaked his hands into her sweater, tickling Jane. She laughed and twitched in his arms.

“All right! All right! I'm sorry!” Jane begged in the end.

When Cooper finally stopped, Jane hooked her arms around his neck before planting a kiss on his lips. Cooper played along, closing the distance between them by pulling her to him by her waist and kissing her back.

When they broke apart eventually, Jane's cheeks were already flushed. She panted as she lay down in his embrace.

Suddenly, Cooper's phone lit up, so Jane took it up and passed it to him.

Cooper picked up the call with one hand, combing Jane's messy hair with another. “So, did you get anything?”

A brief silence ensued as Copper listened attentively before hanging up.

When Jane saw him checking his email right after, she thought it was a work-related matter. “Do you want to go over to the study?” she suggested.

“No. It's not about work,” Cooper replied shortly. He clicked on an email he received a minute earlier and continued, “I've long suspected Sylvie. Despite the efforts that went into searching for Old Mr. Zeigler's second daughter, who went missing dozens of years ago, no one was able to locate her, but bam! Sylvie conveniently turned out to be that daughter's child.”

Back when he was talking to Armand about this, the latter did not believe it was pure coincidence as well, so he had asked Steven to get to the bottom of the mystery. Unfortunately, Steven's investigation was fruitless.

Cooper did not believe that was the case either, so even after Armand had died, he continued looking into the matter.

He had asked people to go to Dartan in secret to find out more about Sylvie's mother.

“So, did you discover anything suspicious?” Jane could not help but question.

“Yeah,” he replied, showing her his phone. “Sylvie hid all the records about her past, so I sent someone to keep digging deeper until they finally came across a clue at a farm.”

Jane read through the email. It turned out that Sylvie's mother, Susan Wright, once worked at a farm when she was young.