A deal with the devil

Chapter 129

The little guy was dressed in suspenders, exposing his fair, chubby calves, paired with a white T–shirt. His delicate, sculpted face carried an expression of calm and maturity that didn’t match his age.

With the hat on, he looked adorably cool–handsome and inesistibly cute.

Benjamin walked over, picked up the boy, and headed out.

Shirley quickly grabbed her bag and followed, noticing that Benjamin didn’t seem inclined to hand the child back to her.

Curious, she asked, “Are you taking Damian out?“.

There was no response.

She thought for a moment, then turned to look at him. “Are you coming with me to the racing team?”

Finally, Benjamin glanced her way, his gaze unusually sharp, “What? You don’t want me to go?”

Was she afraid now?

To his surprise, Shirley’s face lit up with joy, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Of course I do! I’d love it if you came! But didn’t you say last night that you didn’t have the time?”

time

he have misjudged her? Was Samuel showing up at the gates earlier not part of some prearranged plan with her to visit Turbo

her made her feel like they were finally functioning as a

asking. “Shouldn’t we drive?”

Benjamin remained silent

back and noticed two cars following them from behind. She smiled to herself, answering her own question, “Moming air is fresh. A walk like this is

distance from the villa to the main gate wasn’t short, but the

glance at Benjamin’s focused expression and decided to

her off. But she tightened her grip,

turned his face to look at her, his gaze piercing as if

this, she didn’t falter. Instead, she shitted her grip to

their entwined hands. After a brief moment, he

Shirley’s eyes, but her lips

to

in hand, they walked to the main gate. Following

cars followed them out.

Shirley released her