A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 199

Keaton’s hand twitched as he reached for the last slice of pizza, and it flopped back onto his plate with a splat.

Adriah realized how flirty his comment had sounded the moment it left his lips, and he hurried to change the subject. “Anyway, if you remember me, feel free to drop by during Christmas and bring me a gift, as a token of respect, you know.”

Logan’s grin was sly as a fox. “Got it. Are you, by any chance, crushing on my mom?”

Adrian jumped up as if he’d sat on a firecracker, his usually composed face a mask of sheer panic. “What? No way! I’m loaded, I’m a looker, why would I be hurting for female attention? I’m definitely not into your mom, kid. Don’t flatter yourself!”

“Oh, really?” Logan scooped up a spoonful of cream soup and took a casual slurp. “Well, good news for you, my mom isn’t into you either, so you can relax.”

Adrian felt like he’d been shot in the chest.

Keaton was cracking up beside them. “Let me tell you, Uncle Adrian’s a real piece of work, almost on par with your dad, Yvan. Don’t let his smooth talk fool you.”

Adrian tossed a breadstick in Keaton’s direction. “You really have to throw me under the bus like that?”

know! My mom told me

was so delicate he wanted to tease her

with a thick skin, defended himself, “I was just… testing her

made her cry before.”

talked, the more embarrassed he

Logan said, chewing on the end of his breadstick with a look of mock seriousness. “That’s

compared to his ruthless moments! Comparatively, he was at saint to Matilda;

to himself, unsure whom he was trying to comfort. “Women say one thing but

without hesitation. “No, my mom actually really dislikes

this kid would be

chuckling, patted Logan’s cheek. “How can you be

tilted his head up proudly. “That’s because my mom raised me

her for raising such

or what? If not, time for bed. You need to heal for a couple of weeks, and then