His small upturned face bore a close resemblance to soone else, especially those eyes, which were exactly the sa. Enna Clark noticed the probing in his eyes, felt a bit dazed for a mont, then quickly ca to her senses. She reached out and pinched his tender, tofu-like cheek, candidly asking, "First, you tell why you suddenly brought this up."
Before Bobby could open his eyes and spout nonsense, she quickly added, "Don’t say it’s because Gigi read so storybook about a little tadpole looking for its dad. Do you think I’d believe that? There’s only a storybook about a little tadpole looking for its mom, and it just talks about the little tadpole searching everywhere for its mom, not about anyone telling the little tadpole that it only has one mom."
Bobby’s talent for making up story nas was just like Baron Lawrence’s knack for misusing idioms.
Baron Lawrence, too, when particularly concerned about sothing, would misuse idioms.
Bobby’s creation of stories today showed that he particularly cared about this matter.
But why did he suddenly start caring about this? Had she shown any signs that she wanted to fall in love or imdiately find him a new dad, causing him to feel so anxious and uneasy?
Enna Clark thought carefully about her behavior over the past few days. It seed she hadn’t done anything that could cause misunderstandings.
Bobby, having failed to achieve his purpose and having been caught in a lie, pursed his soft lips tightly and remained silent.
Seeing his stubborn look, Enna Clark’s heart suddenly softened. She bent down to his level, looked into his eyes, and gently touched his hair, softly asking, "What’s really going on? I’m not blaming you; I’m just asking. If you don’t want to say, that’s okay."
She paused, as if sothing had just occurred to her, and explained, "Is it because of that bouquet of roses?"
When she ntioned the roses, Bobby’s obsidian-like eyes beca very stubborn, and his eyes reddened instantly, "I know that bouquet of roses is from Uncle Westbrook."
"..." How did he know?
Bobby spewed out the anxiety he’d felt for the past two hours like a rapid-fire cannon, turning his head stubbornly away and uncooperatively saying, "I saw it on TV. The news was all about Uncle Westbrook confessing to you. I know that bouquet of roses is from Uncle Westbrook. I just haven’t figured it out yet; I temporarily don’t want to accept him as my... dad!"
The Dubious Man next door may not rember him and Gigi right now.
But when he did rember, he was quite good to both him and Gigi.
He rembered that the Dubious Man ca to kindergarten to help him deal with a bad woman, apply dicine to his knee, take him to the amusent park, and teach him to play stocks...
Even though he sotis really disliked how the Dubious Man would yell at his woman without a reason, he wasn’t stupid. He could see that the Dubious Man was simply immature and domineering. He just didn’t know how to express himself, but he was actually wonderful to both his woman and him.
If he had to choose a dad, he still hoped it would be the Dubious Man.
Bobby moved his lips but didn’t voice his thoughts. He knew that since the Dubious Man and his woman had broken up, saying it would certainly put Enna Clark in a difficult spot.
Though he wanted the Dubious Man as his dad, he cared more about Enna Clark than the Dubious Man! If he absolutely had to choose between the two, he would surely choose his woman.
After all, the Dubious Man could have many won, but his woman, this fool, might only have him and Gigi.
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