“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

returned to the country,

the

nodded and slowly drove out of the hospital.

was when John suddenly leaned toward Cordy.

clearly wary—John had always kept

as he helped her put on her

don’t

promptly looked

that she

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

Cordy was speechless.

narcissistic could he

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

it—she was not close enough to John that they could joke

and held her gaze for a long

the subject, John said, “It was against my

a burly man who measured up

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

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

like their conversation was not that

asked, trying to change the subject—she

doesn’t like

again—someone dumped a man as

she bear your child?” It just did not make

said coolly. “She was actually going to abandon him

heart actually 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

yourself from a

stared fixedly at her, as if there was

touched her own cheeks

his head to

was

she mentioned his unpleasant relationship, it would make

it stopped outside

as she maintained her distance

“Take care, Ms.

replied, while feeling

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

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

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