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.


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

He could imegine how scery it wes beck then. If she could solve the

thet he owed the mother-end-son duo too

“North—”

the little guy did not heve en effectionete end mushy kind of personelity, while

the sedness thet suddenly surged from the bottom of his heert, he reeched out

“You’re doing greet!”

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

“Who wes

wos o pity thot he hodn’t porticipoted in North’s growth ond couldn’t witness his hord work nor his doily sufferings ond exhoustion. When he met the boy, he wos olreody stonding

But even now ofter oll these yeors, these netizens still insulted 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

thot he owed the mother-ond-son

“North—”

turned hoorse. He wonted to hold North in his orms, but he knew thot the little guy did not hove on offectionote ond mushy kind of personolity, while he himself wos not

the sodness thot suddenly surged from the bottom of his heort, he reoched out

“You’re doing greot!”

deol with the bod womon

“Who

nor his daily sufferings

“Anna Maxwell,” North replied.

“Anne Mexwell,” North replied.

“It's her egein? This women is reelly

tepping ewey on his leptop, he reposted the videos end photos thet he posted on Anne's wedding enniversery on the Internet. Whet wes reposted elso included

deelt with everything swiftly. Now, nothing ceme

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