Obsessive CEO’s Sinful Wife

Chapter 276

Serenity looked so small in the photographs. Her cheeks looked chubby with baby fat. Her hair was thick, luscious, and black. She was such an adorable and cherubic child.

Jackson never knew that he would ever he so fascinated by a little girl before, yet at that moment, as he was looking at the tiny toddler in the photo, a peculiar love grew from the bottom of his heart. In fact, he even had a feeling that if the girl in the picture would appear in front of him right now, he would not be able to stop himself from hugging and kissing her.

Was it just because the little girl was Serenity? Was that the reason why he thought the girl was so cute? In any case, he had never felt this way about any other child.

Jackson continued to pull out each photograph carefully one by one. It started with photos of Serenity and her mother, but afterward, there were mostly photos of Serenity alone. She looked slightly older in these photos than she did in the photos with her mother. She was probably about four to six years old here……..

There were not many photos of her alone at all. In fact, there were significantly fewer of these than the photos of her with her mother. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Serenity stared at these photographs and recalled, “My mother loved taking pictures with me when she was alive. There were a lot less photos of me after she died.”

There would be only a few photos of her after that, taken very occasionally, and most were pictures of Serenity alone. It looked just like she was never welcomed to be a part of her father’s new family.

All of a sudden, Jackson squinted and fixed his eyes on one of the photos. He even stopped taking the photos out of the album.

“What’s wrong?” Serenity asked.

“This photograph…” he paused. “How old were you here?”

She glanced at the photo. There was a little girl wearing a floral dress in it, and she was standing in front of a fence with lush mountains in the background. Her eyes were filled with gentle warmth as she stared at the picture.

“I was probably about eight or nine years old here,” she said. “Back then, I really wanted this floral dress, but it was very expensive — it almost cost about 50 dollars. Only well–to–do families would buy such a dress for their kids. I didn’t dare to tell my grandmother that I liked the dress, but she could tell that I really wanted it, so she gritted her teeth and saved up the money to buy it for me.”

She would always cherish the love and affection her grandmother showed her and cherish this memory for the rest of her life.

The older she got, the more she understood how hard it was for her grandmother to buy her that dress. She was sure that her grandmother must have endured a lot of pressure from her grandfather, not to mention her uncles and aunt… They must all disparage her for wasting money on such a frivolous thing.

After all, 50 dollars really was a lot of money for them back then. Each of them was barely able to earn 500 dollars a month, not to mention the fact that her grandmother earned her money through working hard labor jobs.

“What’s the name of the place you lived at the time?” Jackson asked, but there was an almost imperceptible oddness in his

voice.

“Back then, it was called Lorena Village,” she replied, “but afterward, the villages in the area merged together and became a new town called San Leon.”

As she answered his question, she could not help but find it weird that he did not know the name of the town. Had he not come to San Leon to find her before? How could be not know the name of the town, then?

Darkness flashed across Jackson’s eyes. He then asked, “Were there a lot of girls in that town wearing this dress?”

“I have no idea how many girls wore this dress in town,” said Serenity, “but I was the only one wearing it in the village. At the time, my cousin was really angry about it. She loopt saying how unfair my grandmother was and tried to take the dress away from me.”

When Serenity recalled how moody and crabby her cousin Lynette had been back then, she could not help thinking of her as a petulant child.

“And then?” he asked. “What happened next? Did she take the dress away?”

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“Then, I was playing outside one day and I tore the dress. I couldn’t wear it anymore after that. It was ill after coming home