35 Chapter 35

"I beg your pardon." Jules could not help but answer the woman. She looked downright livid as she realized what she had asked her to do.

She had no problem with being mistaken for a maid. She had nothing against the hired help since she believed it was a decent and honest job.

Nevertheless, she did not like being judged just because of her clothes or status in life. She believed people were worth more than that.

She would admit she hated how this woman looked down on her. It was as if she was way below this, Ms. Judson, just because she wore more expensive clothes and jewelry than her.

"I will handle your things, Ms. Judson." Philip intervened, probably hoping to neutralize that awkward situation before his boss witnessed the growing tension.

"And who may I ask is this woman?" Ms. Judson, whoever she was, pointed a finger at her before redirecting her question to the older gentleman.

Instead of facing her, the other woman turned to Philip, asking him about her, ignoring her as if she was not worth speaking to.

But before she or Philip could answer her inquiry, another voice boomed in the living room, making them all turn to the source.

"She is Jules Morgan..." There was a short pause. "Hawkins." The loud voice finished.

There was a few seconds that she thought he would deny his involvement with her. That Damon would come up with another story for this woman's benefit.

"And I am glad that you finally met my wife." He suddenly added as he stood beside her, pulling her by the waist until there was barely a space between them.

Then, again, for the sake of the show, she felt his lips on her temples, kissing her as what she would assume was a display of affection.

"Your what?" The woman's shocked face was more than enough satisfaction she needed to teach her a lesson. She should never judge a book by its cover.

It took everything in her not to laugh at her reaction, seeing how her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as if she had seen a ghost.

But she appreciated her husband for the first time for putting this woman in her place, even if this was just a temporary thing. He had kept his word that he would respect and protect her as long as he was his wife.

"I think you heard me, Farrah." Damon wrapped his arms around her, making it tighter as if to emphasize to the woman what he meant.

"Darling, this is Farrah, a friend of the family." Her husband looked at her before introducing their guest. "Farrah, this is my wife, Jules." He repeated.

"Wife?" Ms. Judson or Farrah questioned again as her eyes narrowed in her direction as if she still could not believe what she just heard. "Is this some kind of a joke?"

Their guest laughed offensively as if finding this entire situation hilarious. Jules could only guess that she did not believe Damon would marry a girl like her.

"Ok. You got me. Where is the camera? Did Dale put you up to this?" Farrah continued. "I am sure you can do better than this." Again, the insulting words.

Suddenly, she felt she was back at her bachelorette party, where people questioned why Dale would marry a girl like her.

And judging from the way this woman acted, she was close to the Hawkins family. Even mentioning her ex-fiancee as if she knew him very well.

It only showed that she barely knew Dale and his family. She did not even know Damon was her ex-fiance's brother.

She believed she would not have gone with him that night if she had known that Damon was Dale's brother.

But was she really in her right mind at that time to think of what was right or wrong?

Would it matter if she knew Damon or not?

She guessed she would not know. She doubted she could give herself a definitive answer to that question.

"I assure you that this is real." Her husband's words snapped her back out of her momentary trance.

But as if the scene had a script, her son suddenly showed up, running toward her. It was like fate was enjoying their interaction. It added something to spy it up more.

"Mom, there you are. I was looking for you." Her boy excitedly shouted, sprinting until he stopped before her.

But she could tell Oliver had chatted with his friends before seeking her out. Whatever his exciting news was, he had already bragged to his friends outside.

"What is it?" She asked, ignoring the stare of the woman who was probably wondering who the kid was.

"Dad took me for a ride in his fast car." Oliver proudly narrated to her how his father made his car fly.

She did not know if she should believe her son since sometimes he could have a wild and exaggerated imagination.

But putting his child inside a sports car was a serious matter she could not condone. And she would surely give her husband a mouthful regarding Oliver's safety.

"Dad?" She heard the woman's voice again, interrupting her conversation with her child. "Who's child is this?"

Then, Farrah looked at her husband with furrowed brows. "Don't tell me you married a woman with a bastard child?"

After the woman uttered her last word, she knew she had enough of her. She could tolerate abuse directed at her but not at her child.

"Oliver, would you mind running along and playing with your friends? I will be right behind you shortly." She told her son, not wanting him to hear more of their conversation.

She could keep quiet when people bullied her. But it was a different story when the target was her son. She would not stand for it.

When her son was already out of sight, without saying another word, her right hand swung upward, and with force, it sprung toward the woman's face, landing hard on her left cheek.

"Don't you ever dare..." With seething anger. "...call my son a bastard again?" She said to the woman, who appeared surprised by her action.

She could tell Farrah was not expecting that she would slap her. But in her defense, she believed she deserved it and more.

"Damon, did you see what she did?" Farrah suddenly threw daggers in her direction as she faced her husband. "How could you let her do this to me?"

Farrah gently massaged her cheeks, which would probably have her fingers imprinted on her skin soon.

Eventually, she waited for Damon to tell her she had crossed the line. She had overdid her role as his wife. And she should never do that again.

"Well, I think you deserved it. As I said, Jules is my wife. And she has every right to defend our son." Suddenly, Jules could not believe her ears.

Did Damon defend her action?

"Yes, you heard it right." Her husband continued. "The child is Oliver, and he is my son."

With that said, Damon turned to Philip, who stood silently on the side.

"Can you escort Farrah out of the mansion? I think she already overused her welcome for today." Then, Damon grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the living room, leaving the woman dumbfounded.