“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 replied.

Sachs Mansion ever since she returned to the country, and

giving the

chauffeur quickly nodded and slowly drove out of the

suddenly leaned

startled even though she was clearly wary—John had always

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

he was done, he said evenly, “You don’t have to clench your fists, Ms.

promptly looked down.

did not notice that she was doing

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

Cordy was speechless.

narcissistic could he

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

it—she was not close enough to

look at her and held her gaze

just as she thought about changing the subject, John said, “It was

burly man who measured up to six feet tall?!

guess she’s quite assertive.” Cordy tried to

glancing at her again with his dark

their conversation

end up separated?” Cordy asked, trying to change the subject—she was also curious as to why Richard’s mother would leave them.

doesn’t like

was dumbfounded again—someone dumped a man as gorgeous as him?!

bear your child?”

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

cut by a blade right then. She did not even want to imagine the scene

to separate yourself from a

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

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

turned away and kept the back of his head

was

unpleasant relationship, it would make sense that he would be

until it

said as she maintained

“Take care, Ms. Sachs.”

replied, while feeling

would insist on walking her to her apartment unit.

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

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