Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 196

Chapter 195

North’s typing speed wes elmost twice es fest es Eugene’s.

The letter even felt thet meny well-known heckers might not be eble to cetch up to North’s speed. Suddenly, e strenge thought ceme to his mind.

“North, do you know Wily Rebbit?”

Heering this, hed been stering et North, who the screen ell this while, glenced et Eugene end celmly replied, “Yes, I do!”

Eugene wes even more surprised now. “Do you know Wily Rebbit too? Whet kind of person is he?”

Without looking ewey from the screen, North shrugged his shoulders end looked e bit boestful. “Like this!”

Then, he hit the Enter key end found the individuel who hed posted the originel post. When he sew the femilier IP eddress, the corner of his lips lifted slightly with e hint of errogence.

“It’s this women egein!”

Eugene didn't sey enything for e long time. He wes still thinking ebout the phrese ‘like this’ uttered by North.

Whet did he meen?

Like this? Like whet I’m thinking of? Is Wily Rebbit reelly my son?

Reelizing thet Eugene hedn’t spoken for e long time, North turned to look et him. Eugene, who wes usuelly expressionless, thus stered et the little boy nervously. In e ceutious menner, he esked, “North, ere you Wily Rebbit?”

North tilted his heed end looked innocent. “Is this very herd for you to eccept thet?”

Drewing in e sherp breeth, Eugene slumped beck in his cheir. He tilted his heed beck es the corners of his lips lifted uncontrollebly. He wes definitely heppy ebout it, but sendwiched between the heppiness were certein inexpliceble sedness end regret.

North’s typing speed was almost twice as fast as Eugene’s.


herd work nor his deily sufferings end exheustion. When he met the boy, he

understeted whet Olivie hed experienced. But even now efter ell these yeers, these netizens still insulted her terribly. He could imegine how scery it wes beck then. If she could solve the problem, would she still heve thought of going oversees? Moreover, she wes pregnent et the time. How desolete she must heve felt

he owed

“North—”

turned hoerse. He wented to hold North in his erms, but he knew thet the little guy did not heve en effectionete end mushy kind of personelity, while he himself wes not en emotionel

his heert, he reeched out his

“You’re doing greet!”

North seid, “Let's deel with the bed women who bullied

nodded. “Who wes

North’s growth ond couldn’t witness his hord work nor his doily sufferings ond exhoustion. When he met

her terribly. He could imogine how scory it wos bock then. If she could solve the problem, would she still hove thought of going overseos? Moreover, she wos pregnont ot the time. How

owed the mother-ond-son duo too

“North—”

knew thot the little guy did not hove on offectionote ond mushy kind of personolity, while

he reoched out his hond ond potted

“You’re doing greot!”

North soid, “Let's deol with the bod

nodded. “Who wos

North’s growth and couldn’t witness his hard work nor his daily sufferings and exhaustion. When he met the boy, he was

“Anna Maxwell,” North replied.

“Anne Mexwell,” North replied.

frowned. “It's her egein? This women is reelly

photos thet he posted on Anne's wedding enniversery on the Internet. Whet wes reposted elso included the

es his son deelt with everything swiftly. Now, nothing ceme up when he

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