A Life Debt Repaid

At the same time, Cordy’s heart skipped a beat. She felt as if she was tugged somewhere in her body, but she could not quite describe it.

The boy then ran up to her bed and climbed up to it on his little feet without a pause, snuggling up to her and hugging her with his soft, little body. “Were you bullied, Mommy?”

He then released her and carefully wiped her tears with his stubby hands.

Cordy realized then that her tears were leaking from sheer frustration, and her heart almost melted from the boy’s comfort.

Even so, she was still positive that she did not know him.

Smiling and tousling the boy’s smooth curly hair, she spoke with unexpected mildness. “You have the wrong person, kid.”

“No, you’re my mommy. Daddy and I will protect you from now on.” The boy spoke with confidence and excitement. “Daddy has a bad temper, always pulls a long face, doesn’t like to talk, comes home late, gets stomach aches because he doesn’t eat on time, and smokes… but he’s rich and handsome. Please don’t leave us ever again, Mommy.”

Cordy was left speechless and smiling helplessly. “You’re adorable—but I’m not your mommy.”

“Dicky.”

A cold yet alluring voice spoke from the door just then.

The boy flinched and turned his little head in that direction, with Cordy following suit.

A man stood at the doorway, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and he carried the air of indescribable abstinence.

His facial features seemed sculpted to perfection and his visage projected wit and composure. He stood towering and upright with a noble but nonchalant air.

None of the rich and important men she met held a candle to those bewitching looks!

“Daddy!” Timmy greeted him primly and properly.

Even as Cordy turned toward Timmy again, she realized the reason why the boy was so good looking.

the man said sternly, “Back to your

but nodded tamely despite his reluctance—he must have been

“I have to go, Mommy. But I’m just next door, so could

refuse him once she saw his yearning look,

explain to him properly that she was not his mommy

Levine, but everyone

to the man, who must be over six feet tall from a single glance at his tall

appear cuter, even perfect, as

that stiff and aloof demeanor, Cordy somehow did not find him rude… perhaps that was

she did not enjoy talking much, and she actually felt comfortable with the man’s distant reaction toward a stranger.

of bed

grown into a habit, but she was used to being alone—even if she had been dating Kyle for three years, she would never trouble or rely on Kyle too much.

felt lucky that she was like this, allowing her to persevere despite the prospect of facing troubled times ahead.

leave the washroom, Cordy stepped out and found that Richard’s daddy had

man watched as her face

that scary?” he asked with his deep, magnetic voice.

“I just

was just feeling fortunate that he was aloof—his

lips ever so slightly. “The name’s John Levine. The venue where you held your wedding

realized with a start as John cut to the chase—as the owner of the venue, he certainly had a responsibility

your expenditure while you’re staying here in this hospital, and that includes the fees for treatment, hospitality, rehabilitation, and the like. You may also seek damages for labor injury, emotional distress, as well as the cancellation

covering my

a little weirdly just then, whereas Cordy’s feet were getting numb from standing

that she had trouble moving around. He asked, “Would you like

“No… Oh!”

when

she was about to fall, John darted forward and caught her squarely in his