Cordy certainly came to like Richard a lot after spending a week with the boy. “I’ve left you my number, so call me anytime you miss me. I’ll even come to meet you when I’m free.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire…”
Cordy dropped to a crouch then, which took her considerable exertion.
Nearby, the nonexistent man was left frowning as she tenderly tousled Richard’s hair from the same height as the latter. “Yes, pants on fire.”
Richard beamed adorably then and gave her a peck on the cheek.
The nonexistent man frowned even harder then.
“I have to go now,” Cordy told Richard with a tender look.
“Okay, Mommy. Don’t run or you might fall,” Richard called after her sweetly—the boy simply refused to stop calling her that even after a week.
When Cordy tried to, Richard would become alarmed, thinking that she was abandoning her, his little eyes turning red and welling with tears from misery.
It certainly stopped Cordy from being stubborn—the boy would get it when he was older anyway.
As she limped out alone from her ward on her crutch, John kept following her.
She wanted to stop him more than once, but she held her tongue.
It was not until they reached the main entrance that she spoke. “Mr. Levine…”
However, he simply walked past her, opening the door of the black Maybach parked in front of her like a gentleman.
As Cordy frowned, he said, “I’ll give you a ride home.”
“I shouldn’t trouble you. I can get home by myself.”
“I have a car,” he insisted simply.
Cordy stared at him. Was he bragging?
“It’s no trouble,” he added.
Cordy genuinely found it difficult to talk to him, but she compromised regardless.
He seemed to have this mystical ability to stop her from refusing, though refusing was just going to be a waste of time—it would never work.
As she got into the luxurious sedan, John asked, “Where do you live, Ms. Sachs?”
she returned to the country,
nodded and slowly drove out of
was when John suddenly leaned toward Cordy.
though she was clearly wary—John had
her put on her seatbelt, and she was left
he said evenly, “You don’t have to clench your fists, Ms. Sachs.”
not notice that she was
“Don’t worry, Ms. Sachs. I’m
Cordy was speechless.
to hold back just then, she blurted, “How did you get a kid
said it—she was not close enough
to look at her and held her gaze for
thought about changing the subject, John said, “It was against
could happen to a burly man who
guess she’s quite assertive.” Cordy tried to play along.
nodded, glancing at her again with
to change the subject—she was also curious as to why
dumbfounded again—someone dumped a man as
bear your child?” It just did
never wanted Dicky,” John said coolly. “She was actually going to abandon him
felt as if it was cut by a blade right then. She did not even want to imagine the scene where a newly born Dicky, so young and defenseless, was almost dumped without
to separate yourself from a woman like her,”
stared fixedly at her, as if there was something
cheeks self-consciously. “Mr. Levine?”
the back of his head to her for the rest of
frowned—he was certainly
unpleasant relationship, it would make sense that he would be in
until it stopped outside
said as she maintained her
“Take care, Ms. Sachs.”
Cordy replied, while feeling
was slightly worried that John would insist on walking her to her apartment unit. Her tolerance toward strangers was already at its limit after he brought her
was certainly considerate, and she actually felt less wary toward him—even though she should