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?”

have time now.

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

were finally functioning as a proper family of

before asking. “Shouldn’t we

Benjamin remained silent

to herself, answering

gate wasn’t short, but the garden was blooming with vibrant flowers, presenting a

glance at Benjamin’s focused expression and decided to act

felt him stiften, clearly wanting to shake her off. But she tightened her grip, refusing to

look at her, his gaze piercing as

shitted her grip to intertwine their

dropping to their entwined hands. After a brief moment, he relented and let her

Shirley’s eyes, but her lips soon curved

to charm

hand, they walked to the main gate. Following that,

followed

a stop, and Shirley released her