He could faintly feel that Sis Shirley, who used to be a s innocent as a blank sheet of paper, had become more confident, beautiful, mature, and filled with charming colors due to Grand Old Master Severe's guidance.

He believed that more men would soon be attracted to Shirley.

When that time came, Jay's words would become a reality and Shirley's love for him would dissipate over time.

It was just that Cole's heart became somewhat irritated at the thought that the things he had at his fingertips would suddenly belong to others.

In the afternoon.

Cole came to Chateau de Selene.

The person who greeted him by the door was Jay.

Jay used his own tricks against him and coldly said," No one here welcomes you."

Cole walked straight in and arrogantly said as he strolled, "I'm here to see my son, not you."

Mrs. Yorks walked out holding the crying child and placed him into Cole's arms, saying, "You're right on

things going on in the company these days. Shirley is too occupied to care for the child right now, and he's crying all day from not being able to see his mommy. Such a pitiful baby. You're the child's father, so

at his adorable son. His face looked like it was carved to perfection. When Dawn smiled as he looked at him, it was simply the

is too busy for this child

his mother is too busy to care

close to his embrace, but Dawn started wailing louder when

child as if he was holding onto a detonating bomb,

his arms, and as a result, Dawn was extremely uncomfortable. The child looked at Mrs. Yorks pleadingly. He stretched his hand out to Mrs. Yorks as if begging her to

turned her head to the side and walked

same time, while Cole turned a blind eye to the mother and son. As such, Mrs. Yorks was merely

helplessly. The dignified six feet tall

he still had a loyal lackey by his

up out of

the child crying?"

head, saying, "Because he misses

dress up in women's clothing and humor

crying. "That's too embarrassing, Young

you've never done it

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