A Life Debt Repaid

Chapter 6

“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

ever since she returned to the country, and her so-called family never

said, giving the chauffeur

nodded and slowly drove out

when John suddenly leaned toward

was clearly wary—John had always kept his distance.

helped her put on

don’t have to clench your fists,

promptly looked

that she was doing

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

Cordy was speechless.

narcissistic could he

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

regretted it almost as soon as she said it—she was not close enough to John that

and held her

about changing the subject, John said, “It was

to a burly man who measured up to six feet tall?!

quite assertive.” Cordy tried to play

that day.” John nodded, glancing at her again

felt like their conversation was not that dull.

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

doesn’t like

a

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

“She was actually going to abandon him after delivering

even want to imagine the scene where a newly born Dicky, so young and defenseless,

to separate yourself from a woman like her,”

fixedly at her,

cheeks self-consciously. “Mr.

the back of his head to her for the

was certainly

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

until it stopped outside Cordy’s apartment.

as she

“Take care, Ms.

replied, while

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 apartment

toward him—even though

…

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