“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?”

Garden,” she

never returned to Sachs Mansion ever since she returned to

giving the chauffeur a look.

nodded and slowly

John suddenly

was clearly

on as he helped her put on her seatbelt, and she was left

he said evenly, “You don’t have to

promptly looked

that

unfurled, John added, “Don’t worry, Ms. Sachs. I’m not

Cordy was speechless.

narcissistic could

back just then, she blurted, “How did you get

as soon as she said it—she was not close enough

at her and held her gaze for a long while.

thought about changing the subject, John said,

burly

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

was on that day.” John nodded, glancing at her

felt like their conversation

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

like

a

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

never wanted Dicky,” John said coolly. “She was actually going to abandon him after delivering

then. She did not even want to imagine the scene where a newly born

yourself from a woman like

pursed his lips and stared fixedly at her, as

cheeks self-consciously. “Mr. Levine?”

turned away and kept the back of his head to her for

frowned—he was

his unpleasant relationship, it would make sense that he would be in a bad mood.

car was silent until it stopped outside Cordy’s apartment.

she maintained her

care,

replied, while feeling relieved

to her apartment unit. Her tolerance

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

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