A Life Debt Repaid

Cordy certainly came to like Richard a lot after spending a week with the boy. “I’ve left you my number, so call me anytime you miss me. I’ll even come to meet you when I’m free.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire…”

Cordy dropped to a crouch then, which took her considerable exertion.

Nearby, the nonexistent man was left frowning as she tenderly tousled Richard’s hair from the same height as the latter. “Yes, pants on fire.”

Richard beamed adorably then and gave her a peck on the cheek.

The nonexistent man frowned even harder then.

“I have to go now,” Cordy told Richard with a tender look.

“Okay, Mommy. Don’t run or you might fall,” Richard called after her sweetly—the boy simply refused to stop calling her that even after a week.

When Cordy tried to, Richard would become alarmed, thinking that she was abandoning her, his little eyes turning red and welling with tears from misery.

It certainly stopped Cordy from being stubborn—the boy would get it when he was older anyway.

As she limped out alone from her ward on her crutch, John kept following her.

She wanted to stop him more than once, but she held her tongue.

It was not until they reached the main entrance that she spoke. “Mr. Levine…”

However, he simply walked past her, opening the door of the black Maybach parked in front of her like a gentleman.

As Cordy frowned, he said, “I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I shouldn’t trouble you. I can get home by myself.”

“I have a car,” he insisted simply.

Cordy stared at him. Was he bragging?

“It’s no trouble,” he added.

Cordy genuinely found it difficult to talk to him, but she compromised regardless.

He seemed to have this mystical ability to stop her from refusing, though refusing was just going to be a waste of time—it would never work.

As she got into the luxurious sedan, John asked, “Where do you live, Ms. Sachs?”

Garden,” she replied.

ever since she returned to the country, and her so-called family

said, giving the chauffeur a

quickly nodded and slowly drove out of the hospital.

was when John suddenly leaned toward

though she was clearly wary—John had always kept his distance.

helped her put on her seatbelt, and she was left

evenly, “You don’t

looked

notice that

awkwardness of the situation unfurled, John added, “Don’t worry, Ms. Sachs. I’m not

Cordy was speechless.

narcissistic could he get?!

she blurted, “How did you get a

regretted it almost as soon as she said it—she was not close

John turned to look at her and held her

as she thought about changing the subject,

could happen to a burly man who measured

she’s quite assertive.” Cordy tried to play

was on that day.” John nodded, glancing at her again with his dark gaze.

felt like their conversation was not that dull.

asked, trying to change the subject—she was also curious

doesn’t like me.”

dumbfounded again—someone dumped a man as gorgeous

why would she bear your child?” It just

Dicky,” John said coolly. “She was actually going to abandon him after

as if it was cut by a blade right then. She did not even want to imagine the scene where a newly born

a

pursed his lips and stared fixedly at her, as if there

own cheeks self-consciously. “Mr. Levine?”

away and kept the back of his head to her for

frowned—he was certainly

considering that she mentioned his unpleasant relationship, it would make sense that he would be in a

it stopped

she maintained her distance from him.

“Take care,

replied, while feeling

was slightly worried that John would insist on walking her to her apartment unit. Her tolerance toward strangers was already at its limit after he brought her to her

was certainly considerate, and she actually felt less wary toward him—even though she should be

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