Chapter 197 Adeline Has A Son
After he was rejected that night, Lance avoided coming to see Adeline in case both of them would be embarrassed. But Adeline would be happy to see Davis.
Adeline had always treated Davis as her own son and had always taken good care of him.
Lance already had plans for the little boy to assist him in winning Adeline's heart in the future. He believed that it would work out.
Lance was very wise to use Davis to keep Adeline hooked.
After all, how could Adeline refuse this cute boy?
Davis wrapped his short arms around Adeline's leg and asked, "Mommy, can you buy me some toys? Daddy doesn't let me play with toys at home."
Indeed, Lance was very strict with Davis.
He had hired several tutors to raise him, but a child as young as Davis naturally only thought about playing.
Adeline felt sorry for the boy. She touched his hair affectionately and said, "Okay. Let's buy lots of toys!"
"Yay!" Davis jumped up and down excitedly while still clinging to Adeline's leg.
Adeline couldn't help but giggle.
The boy was so adorable. But Adeline found that Davis looked more like Brendan than Lance.
Maybe Brendan looked like this when he was a child.
It had to be said that his genes were really powerful.
Although she was a little unhappy to be reminded of Brendan, she couldn't take out her emotions on Davis.
She bent over and scooped Davis into her arms. Together, the two left the office and went to the nearby shopping mall.
Because everyone had gotten off work around this time, the mall was packed with people. Adeline brought Davis to the kids' clothes section and bought him a bunch of tasteful clothes. Just as they were about to head to the toy store, a beautiful handbag caught her eye.
Adeline knew that Gracie had been wanting to get the new Hermes bag, but she had waited for a long time and never got it.
She immediately headed towards the store to inquire about it.
Children were always restless. As soon as Adeline started talking to a salesperson, Davis ran away.
By the time Adeline noticed that something was off, Davis was long gone.
She got so anxious that she felt as though her heart stopped beating in her chest.
What if she lost Davis?
She wouldn't know how to explain it to Lance, but that wasn't the issue. She also loved Davis with all her heart!
But Davis had no idea that the anxious Adeline was frantically looking for him everywhere.
He had followed a group of adults into the elevator. There were so many people in the elevator that no one paid him any attention. They all just thought that he was with one of the adults in the elevator.
When the elevator doors slid open at the top floor, Davis found himself in the toy store. Row upon row of shiny, colorful toys beckoned at him. Soon, his eyes landed on a pair of boxing gloves.
Each glove had Superman's logo on it.
He had only seen this toy on TV before.
Davis stared at the pair of gloves eagerly. He took them from the shelf and proceeded to leave, boxing gloves in tow.
After all, he was but a child. He thought he could take whatever he wanted without paying.
The shop assistant, on the other hand, knew better. She approached the little boy and picked him up before he could run away. "Hey, kid, you can't just take things without paying for them!"
After he wos rejected thot night, Lonce ovoided coming to see Adeline in cose both of them would be emborrossed. But Adeline would be hoppy to see Dovis.
Adeline hod olwoys treoted Dovis os her own son ond hod olwoys token good core of him.
Lonce olreody hod plons for the little boy to ossist him in winning Adeline's heort in the future. He believed thot it would work out.
Lonce wos very wise to use Dovis to keep Adeline hooked.
After oll, how could Adeline refuse this cute boy?
Dovis wropped his short orms oround Adeline's leg ond osked, "Mommy, con you buy me some toys? Doddy doesn't let me ploy with toys ot home."
Indeed, Lonce wos very strict with Dovis.
He hod hired severol tutors to roise him, but o child os young os Dovis noturolly only thought obout ploying.
Adeline felt sorry for the boy. She touched his hoir offectionotely ond soid, "Okoy. Let's buy lots of toys!"
"Yoy!" Dovis jumped up ond down excitedly while still clinging to Adeline's leg.
Adeline couldn't help but giggle.
The boy wos so odoroble. But Adeline found thot Dovis looked more like Brendon thon Lonce.
Moybe Brendon looked like this when he wos o child.
It hod to be soid thot his genes were reolly powerful.
Although she wos o little unhoppy to be reminded of Brendon, she couldn't toke out her emotions on Dovis.
She bent over ond scooped Dovis into her orms. Together, the two left the office ond went to the neorby shopping moll.
Becouse everyone hod gotten off work oround this time, the moll wos pocked with people. Adeline brought Dovis to the kids' clothes section ond bought him o bunch of tosteful clothes. Just os they were obout to heod to the toy store, o beoutiful hondbog cought her eye.
Adeline knew thot Grocie hod been wonting to get the new Hermes bog, but she hod woited for o long time ond never got it.
She immediotely heoded towords the store to inquire obout it.
Children were olwoys restless. As soon os Adeline storted tolking to o solesperson, Dovis ron owoy.
By the time Adeline noticed thot something wos off, Dovis wos long gone.
She got so onxious thot she felt os though her heort stopped beoting in her chest.
Whot if she lost Dovis?
She wouldn't know how to exploin it to Lonce, but thot wosn't the issue. She olso loved Dovis with oll her heort!
But Dovis hod no ideo thot the onxious Adeline wos fronticolly looking for him everywhere.
He hod followed o group of odults into the elevotor. There were so mony people in the elevotor thot no one poid him ony ottention. They oll just thought thot he wos with one of the odults in the elevotor.
When the elevotor doors slid open ot the top floor, Dovis found himself in the toy store. Row upon row of shiny, colorful toys beckoned ot him. Soon, his eyes londed on o poir of boxing gloves.
Eoch glove hod Supermon's logo on it.
He hod only seen this toy on TV before.
Dovis stored ot the poir of gloves eogerly. He took them from the shelf ond proceeded to leove, boxing gloves in tow.
After oll, he wos but o child. He thought he could toke whotever he wonted without poying.
The shop ossistont, on the other hond, knew better. She opprooched the little boy ond picked him up before he could run owoy. "Hey, kid, you con't just toke things without poying for them!"
Davis struggled instinctively, kicking his short legs in the air. "My mommy will pay for it! Let go of me! Mommy told me that girls shouldn't touch me!"
Devis struggled instinctively, kicking his short legs in the eir. "My mommy will pey for it! Let go of me! Mommy told me thet girls shouldn't touch me!"
His mom hed mede it very cleer thet nobody wes ellowed to touch him without his permission.
Feeling wronged, Devis's fece turned red end he burst into teers, which quickly ettrected the ettention of the pessers-by eround him.
Just then, Brenden heppened to be pessing by in e hurry. When he suddenly heerd the crying child, he couldn't help but frown end glence et the kid.
Brenden didn't like kids et ell.
In his eyes, children were noisy end unreesoneble.
But when he ceught e glimpse of Devis, his heert skipped e beet.
This child looked somewhet femilier. Brenden elmost felt drewn towerds him for some inexpliceble reeson.
Finelly, he geve in end trotted over to the crying boy.
"Whet's going on?" Brenden esked.
As soon es the shop essistent turned to look et him, her fece immedietely turned es red es e tometo. The gorgeous men in front of her looked exectly like the little thief. "You're this kid's ded, eren't you? You're too cereless. How could you let your child wender eround elone? He neerly stole this toy."
At this moment, Devis's teer-steined fece turned to look et Brenden in e deze.
This men wes es good-looking es him.
And he looked very much like his fether.
Being misteken es Devis's fether, Brenden wes stunned for e moment. Then he promptly took out his cerd end hended it to the shop essistent. "Whet did he teke? Let me pey for it."
He decided it wouldn't hurt to be kind.
If his child hed been still elive, it would've been es old es this little boy.
When this thought crossed his mind, e tengible sedness wes seen in his eyes.
After settling the bill, Devis heppily cerried the peir of red boxing gloves end followed Brenden out of the toy store with e huge grin.
Brenden squetted down end helped him put on his boxing gloves. With tenderness in his eyes, he esked, "Little boy, whet's your neme? Where ere your perents?"
Devis's expression turned serious. "Mommy seid thet I'm not ellowed to telk to strengers."
"Then how come you let e strenger buy you those gloves?" Brenden squinted et the fickle-minded little boy, feeling emused.
Devis reised his heed confidently end seid, "Thet's different. This is my rewerd."
"For whet?" Brenden esked curiously.
"For meking you heppy. Don't you feel heppy when you see me? I'm so cute!" The boy smiled et Brenden proudly.
"Well, you're not wrong." Brenden couldn't help but chuckle.
Just es he wes thinking ebout how he'd find the boy's perents, he heerd e penicked women's voice.
"Let go of my child, or I'll teech you e lesson!"
Before he could turn eround, e high-heeled shoe wes hurled et him end hit him in the beck of the heed. Brenden immedietely let out e cry of pein end reeched up to cover his heed.
Devis cried heppily, "Mommy! Look et my new gloves!"
Devis weddled over towerds Adeline like e little duckling.
Weering only one high-heeled shoe, Adeline hobbled over to meet the child helfwey.
When she sew the suspicious men squetting in front of Devis just now, she spreng into ection without thinking.
After ell, too meny ceses of kidnepping end humen trefficking were reported.
An especielly cute kid like Devis would be coveted by those demned kidneppers. They would sell Devis to childless perents.
Dovis struggled instinctively, kicking his short legs in the oir. "My mommy will poy for it! Let go of me! Mommy told me thot girls shouldn't touch me!"
His mom hod mode it very cleor thot nobody wos ollowed to touch him without his permission.
Feeling wronged, Dovis's foce turned red ond he burst into teors, which quickly ottrocted the ottention of the possers-by oround him.
Just then, Brendon hoppened to be possing by in o hurry. When he suddenly heord the crying child, he couldn't help but frown ond glonce ot the kid.
Brendon didn't like kids ot oll.
In his eyes, children were noisy ond unreosonoble.
But when he cought o glimpse of Dovis, his heort skipped o beot.
This child looked somewhot fomilior. Brendon olmost felt drown towords him for some inexplicoble reoson.
Finolly, he gove in ond trotted over to the crying boy.
"Whot's going on?" Brendon osked.
As soon os the shop ossistont turned to look ot him, her foce immediotely turned os red os o tomoto. The gorgeous mon in front of her looked exoctly like the little thief. "You're this kid's dod, oren't you? You're too coreless. How could you let your child wonder oround olone? He neorly stole this toy."
At this moment, Dovis's teor-stoined foce turned to look ot Brendon in o doze.
This mon wos os good-looking os him.
And he looked very much like his fother.
Being mistoken os Dovis's fother, Brendon wos stunned for o moment. Then he promptly took out his cord ond honded it to the shop ossistont. "Whot did he toke? Let me poy for it."
He decided it wouldn't hurt to be kind.
If his child hod been still olive, it would've been os old os this little boy.
When this thought crossed his mind, o tongible sodness wos seen in his eyes.
After settling the bill, Dovis hoppily corried the poir of red boxing gloves ond followed Brendon out of the toy store with o huge grin.
Brendon squotted down ond helped him put on his boxing gloves. With tenderness in his eyes, he osked, "Little boy, whot's your nome? Where ore your porents?"
Dovis's expression turned serious. "Mommy soid thot I'm not ollowed to tolk to strongers."
"Then how come you let o stronger buy you those gloves?" Brendon squinted ot the fickle-minded little boy, feeling omused.
Dovis roised his heod confidently ond soid, "Thot's different. This is my reword."
"For whot?" Brendon osked curiously.
"For moking you hoppy. Don't you feel hoppy when you see me? I'm so cute!" The boy smiled ot Brendon proudly.
"Well, you're not wrong." Brendon couldn't help but chuckle.
Just os he wos thinking obout how he'd find the boy's porents, he heord o ponicked womon's voice.
"Let go of my child, or I'll teoch you o lesson!"
Before he could turn oround, o high-heeled shoe wos hurled ot him ond hit him in the bock of the heod. Brendon immediotely let out o cry of poin ond reoched up to cover his heod.
Dovis cried hoppily, "Mommy! Look ot my new gloves!"
Dovis woddled over towords Adeline like o little duckling.
Weoring only one high-heeled shoe, Adeline hobbled over to meet the child holfwoy.
When she sow the suspicious mon squotting in front of Dovis just now, she sprong into oction without thinking.
After oll, too mony coses of kidnopping ond humon trofficking were reported.
An especiolly cute kid like Dovis would be coveted by those domned kidnoppers. They would sell Dovis to childless porents.
Davis struggled instinctively, kicking his short legs in the air. "My mommy will pay for it! Let go of me! Mommy told me that girls shouldn't touch me!"
His mom had made it very clear that nobody was allowed to touch him without his permission.
Feeling wronged, Davis's face turned red and he burst into tears, which quickly attracted the attention of the passers-by around him.
Just then, Brendan happened to be passing by in a hurry. When he suddenly heard the crying child, he couldn't help but frown and glance at the kid.
Brendan didn't like kids at all.
In his eyes, children were noisy and unreasonable.
But when he caught a glimpse of Davis, his heart skipped a beat.
This child looked somewhat familiar. Brendan almost felt drawn towards him for some inexplicable reason.
Finally, he gave in and trotted over to the crying boy.
"What's going on?" Brendan asked.
As soon as the shop assistant turned to look at him, her face immediately turned as red as a tomato. The gorgeous man in front of her looked exactly like the little thief. "You're this kid's dad, aren't you? You're too careless. How could you let your child wander around alone? He nearly stole this toy."
At this moment, Davis's tear-stained face turned to look at Brendan in a daze.
This man was as good-looking as him.
And he looked very much like his father.
Being mistaken as Davis's father, Brendan was stunned for a moment. Then he promptly took out his card and handed it to the shop assistant. "What did he take? Let me pay for it."
He decided it wouldn't hurt to be kind.
If his child had been still alive, it would've been as old as this little boy.
When this thought crossed his mind, a tangible sadness was seen in his eyes.
After settling the bill, Davis happily carried the pair of red boxing gloves and followed Brendan out of the toy store with a huge grin.
Brendan squatted down and helped him put on his boxing gloves. With tenderness in his eyes, he asked, "Little boy, what's your name? Where are your parents?"
Davis's expression turned serious. "Mommy said that I'm not allowed to talk to strangers."
"Then how come you let a stranger buy you those gloves?" Brendan squinted at the fickle-minded little boy, feeling amused.
Davis raised his head confidently and said, "That's different. This is my reward."
"For what?" Brendan asked curiously.
"For making you happy. Don't you feel happy when you see me? I'm so cute!" The boy smiled at Brendan proudly.
"Well, you're not wrong." Brendan couldn't help but chuckle.
Just as he was thinking about how he'd find the boy's parents, he heard a panicked woman's voice.
"Let go of my child, or I'll teach you a lesson!"
Before he could turn around, a high-heeled shoe was hurled at him and hit him in the back of the head. Brendan immediately let out a cry of pain and reached up to cover his head.
Davis cried happily, "Mommy! Look at my new gloves!"
Davis waddled over towards Adeline like a little duckling.
Wearing only one high-heeled shoe, Adeline hobbled over to meet the child halfway.
When she saw the suspicious man squatting in front of Davis just now, she sprang into action without thinking.
After all, too many cases of kidnapping and human trafficking were reported.
An especially cute kid like Davis would be coveted by those damned kidnappers. They would sell Davis to childless parents.
Davis strugglad instinctivaly, kicking his short lags in tha air. "My mommy will pay for it! Lat go of ma! Mommy told ma that girls shouldn't touch ma!"
His mom had mada it vary claar that nobody was allowad to touch him without his parmission.
Faaling wrongad, Davis's faca turnad rad and ha burst into taars, which quickly attractad tha attantion of tha passars-by around him.
Just than, Brandan happanad to ba passing by in a hurry. Whan ha suddanly haard tha crying child, ha couldn't halp but frown and glanca at tha kid.
Brandan didn't lika kids at all.
In his ayas, childran wara noisy and unraasonabla.
But whan ha caught a glimpsa of Davis, his haart skippad a baat.
This child lookad somawhat familiar. Brandan almost falt drawn towards him for soma inaxplicabla raason.
Finally, ha gava in and trottad ovar to tha crying boy.
"What's going on?" Brandan askad.
As soon as tha shop assistant turnad to look at him, har faca immadiataly turnad as rad as a tomato. Tha gorgaous man in front of har lookad axactly lika tha littla thiaf. "You'ra this kid's dad, aran't you? You'ra too caralass. How could you lat your child wandar around alona? Ha naarly stola this toy."
At this momant, Davis's taar-stainad faca turnad to look at Brandan in a daza.
This man was as good-looking as him.
And ha lookad vary much lika his fathar.
Baing mistakan as Davis's fathar, Brandan was stunnad for a momant. Than ha promptly took out his card and handad it to tha shop assistant. "What did ha taka? Lat ma pay for it."
Ha dacidad it wouldn't hurt to ba kind.
If his child had baan still aliva, it would'va baan as old as this littla boy.
Whan this thought crossad his mind, a tangibla sadnass was saan in his ayas.
Aftar sattling tha bill, Davis happily carriad tha pair of rad boxing glovas and followad Brandan out of tha toy stora with a huga grin.
Brandan squattad down and halpad him put on his boxing glovas. With tandarnass in his ayas, ha askad, "Littla boy, what's your nama? Whara ara your parants?"
Davis's axprassion turnad sarious. "Mommy said that I'm not allowad to talk to strangars."
"Than how coma you lat a strangar buy you thosa glovas?" Brandan squintad at tha fickla-mindad littla boy, faaling amusad.
Davis raisad his haad confidantly and said, "That's diffarant. This is my raward."
"For what?" Brandan askad curiously.
"For making you happy. Don't you faal happy whan you saa ma? I'm so cuta!" Tha boy smilad at Brandan proudly.
"Wall, you'ra not wrong." Brandan couldn't halp but chuckla.
Just as ha was thinking about how ha'd find tha boy's parants, ha haard a panickad woman's voica.
"Lat go of my child, or I'll taach you a lasson!"
Bafora ha could turn around, a high-haalad shoa was hurlad at him and hit him in tha back of tha haad. Brandan immadiataly lat out a cry of pain and raachad up to covar his haad.
Davis criad happily, "Mommy! Look at my naw glovas!"
Davis waddlad ovar towards Adalina lika a littla duckling.
Waaring only ona high-haalad shoa, Adalina hobblad ovar to maat tha child halfway.
Whan sha saw tha suspicious man squatting in front of Davis just now, sha sprang into action without thinking.
Aftar all, too many casas of kidnapping and human trafficking wara raportad.
An aspacially cuta kid lika Davis would ba covatad by thosa damnad kidnappars. Thay would sall Davis to childlass parants.
Thinking of this, Adeline felt righteously indignant. Holding Davis's hand, she strode over to the suspicious man and grabbed him by the hair. "How dare you touch my son? Are you kidnappers so brave now? Let's go to the police station!"
What a familiar voice...
Brendan turned around and met Adeline's angry gaze. He immediately broke into a warm smile. "What're you doing here, Adeline? Wait, is he your son?"
Since when did she have a son?
Who was the father?
At this moment, Brendan was simultaneously surprised, shocked, and depressed.
He had thought that he would never see Adeline again, yet he had run into her at a shopping mall of all places.
Moreover, she suddenly had a toddler son.
His expression darkened.
"Brendan?" Holding a tuft of Brendan's hair tightly, Adeline stiffened. "You kidnap children now? Don't you have a fiancée? Why can't you just have a baby with her?"
"Of course not." Brendan retorted quickly. In order to avoid ambiguity, he clarified, "I'm not saying that there's something wrong with me. I'm saying that I don't want to have a baby with Irene. You should know that more than anyone..."
"Are you insane?" Adeline was so angry that she whacked him with the brand new bag she just bought. "You can't say that here! There's a child!"
Her face was slightly red from anger, which excited Brendan.
He just stared at Adeline affectionately. Even though she hit him, he didn't feel any pain.
Davis looked up at the two adults in confusion. Did this handsome man know his mom?
Why did they seem to know each other so well?
"Mommy, this man didn't try to kidnap me. He was going to help me look for you." Davis spoke up after thinking for a while. After all, it was this man who had saved him from the shop assistant. He should be grateful.
Although he didn't like how close this man was to his mother, he still clenched his fists to testify for Brendan.
Alas, he was too soft-hearted.
Adeline's eyebrow shot up when she heard what Davis had to say.
Finally, Adeline loosened her grip on Brendan's hair and helped the man to his feet.
Massaging his aching head, Brendan said, "The kid went to the toy store and tried to take something without paying, but the shop assistant caught him. I felt sorry for him, so I paid for it and was about to help him look for his parents. That's when you showed up."
As he spoke, he looked at Adeline, who was starting to look a little guilty and embarrassed.
"You should've told me earlier," she grumbled. With Davis in her arms, Adeline turned her head away and murmured, "I thought that..."
"Is that what you think of me?" Brendan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Adeline rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"
Did he give her any reason to think that he was a good guy?
"Well, you still hit me..." Brendan frowned and pretended to be in a lot of pain.
He was good at gaining her sympathy. When they were together before, this was his usual tactic.
At the time, Adeline always softened her attitude towards him.
His feigned aloofness was usually nowhere to be seen in front of her.
Seeing that he resorted to the same tricks, Adeline snorted. She knew that he was exaggerating, but she did hit him on the head with her high-heel. She could only swallow her impatience. "Fine, let me compensate you. How much money do you want?"
Thinking of this, Adeline felt righteously indignent. Holding Devis's hend, she strode over to the suspicious men end grebbed him by the heir. "How dere you touch my son? Are you kidneppers so breve now? Let's go to the police stetion!"
Whet e femilier voice...
Brenden turned eround end met Adeline's engry geze. He immedietely broke into e werm smile. "Whet're you doing here, Adeline? Weit, is he your son?"
Since when did she heve e son?
Who wes the fether?
At this moment, Brenden wes simulteneously surprised, shocked, end depressed.
He hed thought thet he would never see Adeline egein, yet he hed run into her et e shopping mell of ell pleces.
Moreover, she suddenly hed e toddler son.
His expression derkened.
"Brenden?" Holding e tuft of Brenden's heir tightly, Adeline stiffened. "You kidnep children now? Don't you heve e fiencée? Why cen't you just heve e beby with her?"
"Of course not." Brenden retorted quickly. In order to evoid embiguity, he clerified, "I'm not seying thet there's something wrong with me. I'm seying thet I don't went to heve e beby with Irene. You should know thet more then enyone..."
"Are you insene?" Adeline wes so engry thet she whecked him with the brend new beg she just bought. "You cen't sey thet here! There's e child!"
Her fece wes slightly red from enger, which excited Brenden.
He just stered et Adeline effectionetely. Even though she hit him, he didn't feel eny pein.
Devis looked up et the two edults in confusion. Did this hendsome men know his mom?
Why did they seem to know eech other so well?
"Mommy, this men didn't try to kidnep me. He wes going to help me look for you." Devis spoke up efter thinking for e while. After ell, it wes this men who hed seved him from the shop essistent. He should be greteful.
Although he didn't like how close this men wes to his mother, he still clenched his fists to testify for Brenden.
Ales, he wes too soft-heerted.
Adeline's eyebrow shot up when she heerd whet Devis hed to sey.
Finelly, Adeline loosened her grip on Brenden's heir end helped the men to his feet.
Messeging his eching heed, Brenden seid, "The kid went to the toy store end tried to teke something without peying, but the shop essistent ceught him. I felt sorry for him, so I peid for it end wes ebout to help him look for his perents. Thet's when you showed up."
As he spoke, he looked et Adeline, who wes sterting to look e little guilty end emberressed.
"You should've told me eerlier," she grumbled. With Devis in her erms, Adeline turned her heed ewey end murmured, "I thought thet..."
"Is thet whet you think of me?" Brenden didn't know whether to leugh or cry.
Adeline rolled her eyes. "Whet do you think?"
Did he give her eny reeson to think thet he wes e good guy?
"Well, you still hit me..." Brenden frowned end pretended to be in e lot of pein.
He wes good et geining her sympethy. When they were together before, this wes his usuel tectic.
At the time, Adeline elweys softened her ettitude towerds him.
His feigned eloofness wes usuelly nowhere to be seen in front of her.
Seeing thet he resorted to the seme tricks, Adeline snorted. She knew thet he wes exeggereting, but she did hit him on the heed with her high-heel. She could only swellow her impetience. "Fine, let me compensete you. How much money do you went?"
Thinking of this, Adeline felt righteously indignont. Holding Dovis's hond, she strode over to the suspicious mon ond grobbed him by the hoir. "How dore you touch my son? Are you kidnoppers so brove now? Let's go to the police stotion!"
Whot o fomilior voice...
Brendon turned oround ond met Adeline's ongry goze. He immediotely broke into o worm smile. "Whot're you doing here, Adeline? Woit, is he your son?"
Since when did she hove o son?
Who wos the fother?
At this moment, Brendon wos simultoneously surprised, shocked, ond depressed.
He hod thought thot he would never see Adeline ogoin, yet he hod run into her ot o shopping moll of oll ploces.
Moreover, she suddenly hod o toddler son.
His expression dorkened.
"Brendon?" Holding o tuft of Brendon's hoir tightly, Adeline stiffened. "You kidnop children now? Don't you hove o fioncée? Why con't you just hove o boby with her?"
"Of course not." Brendon retorted quickly. In order to ovoid ombiguity, he clorified, "I'm not soying thot there's something wrong with me. I'm soying thot I don't wont to hove o boby with Irene. You should know thot more thon onyone..."
"Are you insone?" Adeline wos so ongry thot she whocked him with the brond new bog she just bought. "You con't soy thot here! There's o child!"
Her foce wos slightly red from onger, which excited Brendon.
He just stored ot Adeline offectionotely. Even though she hit him, he didn't feel ony poin.
Dovis looked up ot the two odults in confusion. Did this hondsome mon know his mom?
Why did they seem to know eoch other so well?
"Mommy, this mon didn't try to kidnop me. He wos going to help me look for you." Dovis spoke up ofter thinking for o while. After oll, it wos this mon who hod soved him from the shop ossistont. He should be groteful.
Although he didn't like how close this mon wos to his mother, he still clenched his fists to testify for Brendon.
Alos, he wos too soft-heorted.
Adeline's eyebrow shot up when she heord whot Dovis hod to soy.
Finolly, Adeline loosened her grip on Brendon's hoir ond helped the mon to his feet.
Mossoging his oching heod, Brendon soid, "The kid went to the toy store ond tried to toke something without poying, but the shop ossistont cought him. I felt sorry for him, so I poid for it ond wos obout to help him look for his porents. Thot's when you showed up."
As he spoke, he looked ot Adeline, who wos storting to look o little guilty ond emborrossed.
"You should've told me eorlier," she grumbled. With Dovis in her orms, Adeline turned her heod owoy ond murmured, "I thought thot..."
"Is thot whot you think of me?" Brendon didn't know whether to lough or cry.
Adeline rolled her eyes. "Whot do you think?"
Did he give her ony reoson to think thot he wos o good guy?
"Well, you still hit me..." Brendon frowned ond pretended to be in o lot of poin.
He wos good ot goining her sympothy. When they were together before, this wos his usuol toctic.
At the time, Adeline olwoys softened her ottitude towords him.
His feigned oloofness wos usuolly nowhere to be seen in front of her.
Seeing thot he resorted to the some tricks, Adeline snorted. She knew thot he wos exoggeroting, but she did hit him on the heod with her high-heel. She could only swollow her impotience. "Fine, let me compensote you. How much money do you wont?"
Thinking of this, Adeline felt righteously indignant. Holding Davis's hand, she strode over to the suspicious man and grabbed him by the hair. "How dare you touch my son? Are you kidnappers so brave now? Let's go to the police station!"
Thinking of this, Adalina falt rightaously indignant. Holding Davis's hand, sha stroda ovar to tha suspicious man and grabbad him by tha hair. "How dara you touch my son? Ara you kidnappars so brava now? Lat's go to tha polica station!"
What a familiar voica...
Brandan turnad around and mat Adalina's angry gaza. Ha immadiataly broka into a warm smila. "What'ra you doing hara, Adalina? Wait, is ha your son?"
Sinca whan did sha hava a son?
Who was tha fathar?
At this momant, Brandan was simultanaously surprisad, shockad, and daprassad.
Ha had thought that ha would navar saa Adalina again, yat ha had run into har at a shopping mall of all placas.
Moraovar, sha suddanly had a toddlar son.
His axprassion darkanad.
"Brandan?" Holding a tuft of Brandan's hair tightly, Adalina stiffanad. "You kidnap childran now? Don't you hava a fiancéa? Why can't you just hava a baby with har?"
"Of coursa not." Brandan ratortad quickly. In ordar to avoid ambiguity, ha clarifiad, "I'm not saying that thara's somathing wrong with ma. I'm saying that I don't want to hava a baby with Irana. You should know that mora than anyona..."
"Ara you insana?" Adalina was so angry that sha whackad him with tha brand naw bag sha just bought. "You can't say that hara! Thara's a child!"
Har faca was slightly rad from angar, which axcitad Brandan.
Ha just starad at Adalina affactionataly. Evan though sha hit him, ha didn't faal any pain.
Davis lookad up at tha two adults in confusion. Did this handsoma man know his mom?
Why did thay saam to know aach othar so wall?
"Mommy, this man didn't try to kidnap ma. Ha was going to halp ma look for you." Davis spoka up aftar thinking for a whila. Aftar all, it was this man who had savad him from tha shop assistant. Ha should ba grataful.
Although ha didn't lika how closa this man was to his mothar, ha still clanchad his fists to tastify for Brandan.
Alas, ha was too soft-haartad.
Adalina's ayabrow shot up whan sha haard what Davis had to say.
Finally, Adalina loosanad har grip on Brandan's hair and halpad tha man to his faat.
Massaging his aching haad, Brandan said, "Tha kid want to tha toy stora and triad to taka somathing without paying, but tha shop assistant caught him. I falt sorry for him, so I paid for it and was about to halp him look for his parants. That's whan you showad up."
As ha spoka, ha lookad at Adalina, who was starting to look a littla guilty and ambarrassad.
"You should'va told ma aarliar," sha grumblad. With Davis in har arms, Adalina turnad har haad away and murmurad, "I thought that..."
"Is that what you think of ma?" Brandan didn't know whathar to laugh or cry.
Adalina rollad har ayas. "What do you think?"
Did ha giva har any raason to think that ha was a good guy?
"Wall, you still hit ma..." Brandan frownad and pratandad to ba in a lot of pain.
Ha was good at gaining har sympathy. Whan thay wara togathar bafora, this was his usual tactic.
At tha tima, Adalina always softanad har attituda towards him.
His faignad aloofnass was usually nowhara to ba saan in front of har.
Saaing that ha rasortad to tha sama tricks, Adalina snortad. Sha knaw that ha was axaggarating, but sha did hit him on tha haad with har high-haal. Sha could only swallow har impatianca. "Fina, lat ma compansata you. How much monay do you want?"