Chapter 204 Why Do You Think I Like Her

Donald was speechless at her praise.

The next moment, Beatrice caught up because she was worried about her daughter. Her face darkened when she saw Ysabel hugging Donald’s right arm. “Ysabel, please leave. I have something to say to Donald.”

After eyeing her mother fearfully, Ysabel shook her head.

“Go on,” Donald urged her along.

Obediently, Ysabel released her hold on his arm.

 

Beatrice sighed inwardly. She clearly values Donald over me.

“Let’s find a place to chat,” Beatrice said.

 

Although she was forty years old, she had taken great care of herself physically. She had neat short hair and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses giving her an intelligent charm. Her skin was fair, and her every move exuded elegance and maturity.

said Donald as

to Rivebale Hotel

only twenty this year.”

“I know,” Donald answered.

the future. However, she had chosen to be an architectural designer, which is different from what I envisioned her to be. Her father passed away when she was twelve, and I am the one who raised her to be what she is now. I never remarried because I want Ysabel to grow

at Beatrice. “Why do you think Ysabel likes to be around me so much? That’s because she lacks fatherly love. I’m older than her by seven years. When I first met her, she was seventeen. She was at an age where one’s concept about love had just formed. So, I think you don’t need to be worried about this. After a

continued, “Why do you think I

and left, not feeling

left stunned for some time. Then, she came to her senses and slammed the table in anger. “How

Bang! Bang! Bang!

table several times. “How infuriating! He’s just a lowly security guard! I

am a lecturer at Pollerton University! Who gave a mere security

didn’t hear all that. Even if he did hear it, he

time, there were only nine days left

still did not show himself. He was still in hiding, and even Bradley could not find

came to him. He

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