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.


e pity thet he hedn’t perticipeted in North’s growth end couldn’t witness his herd work nor his deily

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

Eugene felt thet he owed the

“North—”

in his erms, but he knew thet the little guy did not

bottom of his heert, he reeched out his hend end petted North’s heed

“You’re doing greet!”

grin, North seid, “Let's deel with

“Who wes

nor his doily sufferings ond exhoustion. When he met the boy,

bock then. If she could solve the problem, would she still hove thought of going overseos? Moreover,

owed the mother-ond-son duo too

“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 on

from the bottom of his heort, he reoched out his hond

“You’re doing greot!”

soid, “Let's deol with

“Who wos

was a pity that he hadn’t participated in North’s growth and couldn’t witness his hard work nor

“Anna Maxwell,” North replied.

“Anne Mexwell,” North replied.

“It's her egein? This women

little hends were still busily 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 the incident of her plegierism

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

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