True Love Waits

Chapter 333 A Handsome Uncle

Ivan waved his hand at Debbie. "No, that's okay. I'll take Piggy with me. She can charm my client over dinner." Debbie was surprised. 'Charm your client over dinner?' she wondered. "No, no. She's a kid. Kids are cute, but..." "Never mind. Just leave everything to me. You have enough to worry about," Ivan assured her as he patted her shoulder. Since he insisted, Debbie nodded and said a warm maternal goodbye to her daughter before leaving the office with Ruby. Luckily, her daughter was easy to manage. She did what she was told, and wasn't very clingy. Otherwise it would be hard for Debbie to balance family and career.

In the evening, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the entrance to a five-star restaurant downtown.

The driver got out of the car and opened the backseat door. A man dressed in an expensive grey suit got out and straightened his clothing. Then he poked his head into the car and, when he emerged, he was carrying a little girl wearing a pink bubble skirt.

Her black hair was braided fashionably. Holding a limited edition doll in her hands, she curiously scanned her new digs. Expensive restaurants were nothing if not opulent, and that applied to the outside as well She took in everything with a pair of big, bright eyes.

"Wow, what a beautiful little princess!" someone passing by on the street was moved to remark.

"Yeah, no kidding! That bubble skirt is designer threads. Over thirty thousand! I sure can't afford that," said another.

"I just want to hug that girl. Her face is so cute."

As people were eagerly commenting on her beauty, they saw the man whisper something in the girl's ear, making her giggle.

The group of people erupted in audible wonder, with gasps, oohs, and ahhs. The smile on the girl's face was like a blossom flower in spring, healing everyone's heart. "She's so cute! I'm her fan now." "Is that guy her dad? I don't see the family resemblance. Still, he's a good-looking guy."

Ivan kept a calm face as he heard everyone talking. He was used to it. This little girl always attracted so much attention each time they went out. He wasn't surprised-because he was fond of this lovely girl. He still didn't want kids, but he had to admit it was nice to carry her.

of the restaurant came out and ushered

child. There was a very serious-looking bar area, with colorful bottles aesthetically arranged. She could see works of art in wood and iron. There were lamps that were made to look like vines hanging from the ceiling. They were polished to a fine sheen, and had abstract leaves as a motif. The colors were red

them to a shiny carved black table next to a window. A man dressed in a dark-colored designer suit was already sitting there, waiting for his business partner. This well-appointed

and saw a man coming nearer with a little girl

a client who would bring a kid along. That was certainly out of the ordinary, but he wasn't sure if it was

felt she looked quite familiar. He

right hand to shake, but he didn't even notice it. His full attention was drawn to the little girl. "Hello!" Piggy suddenly said in a cute voice,

cough and quickly ended the call. Then he stood up, took Ivan's hand and shook it firmly. "Are you Mr. Wen? I'm sorry. Please have a seat." Ivan didn't mind at

they were all seated, Carlos regained his composure and

smile, Piggy

And yours?" Carlos said as tenderly as he could muster. He had next to no experience talking with

him to arrange a French Michelin-Three-Star chef to prepare some specialty

"She's my goddaughter. Nice to meet you, Mr. Huo. Sorry I was late." In fact, this was the first meeting between the two men. But all of Carlos' attention had been

was just a minute earlier." As Carlos finished his sentence, his eyes fell on the little girl again. Making eye contact with the handsome uncle, Piggy grinned happily, revealing her neat and white teeth. She suddenly thrust out her hands

froze, unsure of

still shocked by how much enthusiasm Piggy had shown around Carlos. The little girl never

of Mr. Huo. She never does this. We always wonder how a two-year-old kid could be this cold. I never imagined she'd warm up

kids. Certainly never hugged them. Even when he was around Damon's son, he would merely give

something more difficult than negotiating

to the expectant look in her sparkling eyes. The