Stefan used his private jet to fly to Boston. His mother's large ho was just outside the city. When they had arrived at midday, his mother's driver had waited for them with a big van.
The van arrived at a long, five-acre concrete fence encircling the interior. The compound was full of trees and beautifully designed gardens. The gate opened with the remote control by one of his mother's housekeepers. The car drove along a wide road leading to a large two-story building painted in white.
Jacqueline Mackenzie stood at the front terrace looking at the tall figure of her eldest son stepping out of the van. He was waiting for soone who was getting out after him. The mother raised her eyebrows up in a surprise when she saw Stefan, the arrogant and fearless with no-care attitude, was gently reaching out to a young lady. A slender figure with a beautiful face. She was carrying a small dog in her arms, the Yorkshire breeder puppy.
Jacqueline lit up a wide smile. Her eldest son had brought a woman to her ho the first ti ... She was wondering if the world was about to explode or the elephant was about to give birth to a bear cub.
The two bodyguards she knew well turned around and when they saw her watching, they bowed to greet her before carrying suitcases out of the van. On the left side of the large house, there was a guest house for Ben and Jas and guests to stay while visiting.
The tall figure looked up and smiled handsoly when he saw the thin figure of his mother. The big hand pulled a small hand to walk up the marble step straight up to her.
Stefan let go of Wirata's hand and went to give a big hug to his mother. He kissed her cheeks with a happy smile as usual when he t her. His mother gave him kisses too. They both embraced each other for a mont.
"I've missed you very much, mother."
Stefan said and kissed her cheeks again and again.
"Oh, really? Don't have to make sweet talk to your mother. The last ti I saw your face was many months ago. And the last ti you gave your mother a call was, oh, it's a long ti I can't rember."
She said sarcastically to her eldest son but not in a serious gesture. She looked at her eldest son with soft gentle eyes filled with love. Stefan stretched to his height and reached for her hands to kiss.
"I've been very busy, mother. But you always are the only woman in my heart. And I am here now to spend ti with my dearest mother."
Stefan said and paused to think about his statent. He always said that to his mother and it was stuck in his mind and his mouth.
Wirata watched the big mafia being sweet with his mother. She could not believe he would have this gentle side in him. His handso face smiled happily. It was nice to see.
Jacqueline looked at the young lady who was standing behind her beloved son. That made Stefan turned and dragged her arm to co closer.
"This is Wirata, mother. She is um, Sam's best friend. Wirata, this is Madam Jacqueline Mackenzie. My mother."
He introduced them to know one another, reaching for Sumr to carry so that Wirata could greet his mother.
Jacqueline sent the young lady a friendly, warm smile. The mother secretly felt amused by her eldest son's strange introduction.
Sam's best friends? But why Stefan brought her here instead of Sam?
But however, Jacqueline did not want to question him yet. As she knew her son well, so she believed the young lady sohow must be quite an important person to her son. Otherwise, he would never have brought her to introduce to his mother. As it had never happened before.
Wirata stretched her hand out to make a shake-hand greeting. But Jacqueline pulled her to embrace instead.
"Hello, Wirata. Welco. You are Sam's best friend, so you are like my other child. That's the way we, the Mackenzie, treat our people."
The gentle and kind voice said. Jacqueline hugged Wirata tightly for a minute and then gently pushed her back a little so that she could look at the young lady.
The young woman had got an oval-shape face with big dark brown eyes. She was a very beautiful Asain lady. But however, Jacqueline believed that this young lady must have so special qualities in her more than outer beauty.
She knew her son too well. All his life was used to beautiful won and the finest things which money could buy so beauty only could not hold Stefan's interest for long. That was certain.
There were a lot of beautiful won in this world. But the woman who could get Stefan's attention and could ta his stubbornness and egos down, could not be just a plain one. That woman had got to have so inner qualities beyond external beauty to make him respect and accept her in the way no one could.
"Very beautiful. You are Thai, right?"
Jacqueline asked. She had Asian friends from many nationalities and languages. So she had got the eyes for details and could clearly distinguish which race she was.
"Yes, Madam. I am Thai. I have been in Arica since I was ten years old. My mom has married an Arican man from Las Vegas. "
Wirata replied. Causing Stefan to raise his eyebrows up. As he realized that he had been with her for over two months but he still did not know much about her personal life.
"That's great. Well, let's get inside first. You must be tired from traveling."
Jacqueline said. Ben and Jas already told the servants to take the boss's suitcase and Wirata's suitcase inside. They took theirs to the guest house.
"Wirata is very good at cooking, mother. She can cook delicious Thai food and you will love it."
Stefan said while he was following the two ladies walking to enter the large living room.
Jacqueline could detect the boasting and proud tone from her son. She hid her amusent and nodded lightly.
"Good, I like Thai food. I tried to cook it myself. But it can never be like the original recipe. So I'll take this opportunity to learn from the expert if you will teach ."
The kind voice said to Wirata. She smiled politely to the older lady. Wirata was feeling warm in her heart and felt less nervous. As she had been worried deep inside her heart about coming here to et his mother. Because she was nobody and the reason she was with Stefan, if his mother knew, she might not want to know her at all.
"It will be my pleasure, Madam."
Wirata said. They stopped inside the lovely living room.
Jacqueline turned to look at Wirata.
"Please don't call Madam. You are Sam's best friend. And I believe Sam only counts a few people as his best friends. So Sam's best friend is like my other child, just call mum like him. Or if you don't feel comfortable to do so, just call Jackie."
Jacqueline said to Wirata. She was so kind, Wirata gave her a modest smile.
"Thank you very much, Madam, um, mum."
She said and decided to call her mom. As it was the feeling she had towards this gentlelady.
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