Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 820

Everett let out a soft chuckle.

He slipped on the jacket that had been draped over his arm and crouched down in front of his son. "Why are you still up, buddy?"

A quick look at his watch told him it was already past one in the morning.

Mateo didn't answer right away. He just looked at his dad with those big, serious eyes and said in his little voice, "Dad, I want to have a man-to-man chat."

Everett was momentarily caught off guard.

Here was this little guy, not even as tall as Everett's leg, wanting to have a grown- up conversation. It was almost as if he might've had too much to drink and was imagining things.

Then again, Mateo had always been wise beyond his years, a testament to Everett's parenting, so maybe it wasn't so outlandish.

"Alright then, what's on your mind?"

Before long, the two of them were sitting side by side on the stairs.

Everett's long legs stretched across nearly three steps, as he leaned back against the banister. He instinctively reached for his pack of cigarettes but, seeing his son, put it back and just loosened his tie instead.

Mateo broke the silence first, revisiting his earlier question, "Dad, you still haven't told me do you not like Mom anymore?"

Everett was taken aback, then managed a wry smile. "It's not that, kiddo. It's more like your mom doesn't like me."

He wondered if a child so young could really grasp what it meant to 'like'

someone. Always talking about who likes who.

Mateo shook his head, determined. "I don't buy it. Hannah said you have another woman."

almost choked on

Hannah, always filling the kid's head with

probably had a lot to

fester, especially since it would affect how

corrected, "There's no one else but

like he was under some kind

only reacted to

wasn't looking for more kids, he still wanted Selena to be the mother of

a contradiction so absurd it almost

twist him up like

him with suspicion. "Then why won't you

threw Everett for

He was momentarily speechless.

with a hint

did everything

a pawn. belongs to

clearly let down. "The old you really

a

own son was judging him, lecturing him

a bit. "So, you liked

the one Selena

now he Son admired,

himself? Content beanét

a shadow

Mateo nodded confidently, "Yes."

felt more