“Of course!”

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?”

she

returned to Sachs Mansion ever since she returned to the country, and her so-called family never cared.

said, giving the chauffeur a

slowly drove out

was when John suddenly leaned toward

startled even though she was clearly wary—John had always

as he helped her put on her

“You don’t have to clench your fists,

promptly looked down.

notice that

added, “Don’t worry, Ms. Sachs. I’m not the type to

Cordy was speechless.

could

then, she blurted, “How did you get a kid if you really

was not close enough to John that they could

her and held her gaze for a

just as she thought about changing the subject,

could happen to a burly man

guess she’s quite assertive.” Cordy tried to play along.

day.” John nodded, glancing

like their conversation was not that dull.

change the subject—she was also curious as to why Richard’s mother would leave

like me.”

was dumbfounded again—someone dumped a man as gorgeous as

doesn’t, why would she bear your child?” It just did not

coolly. “She was actually going to abandon

felt as if it was cut by a blade right then. She did not even want to imagine the scene where a newly born Dicky, so young and defenseless, was almost dumped without an ounce of sentiment.

a woman like her,” she said earnestly.

fixedly at her, as if

touched her own cheeks self-consciously.

of his head to her for the rest of the journey.

frowned—he was

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

until it stopped

she maintained her distance

“Take care, Ms.

replied, while feeling relieved inside.

on walking her to her apartment unit. Her tolerance toward strangers was already at its limit after he brought her to her apartment

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

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