I couldn't manage this child anymore!
I lowered my head again, furiously tapping at my phone screen.
Rebecca, happily eating her candy, still didn't come back to my side.
I sneaked a glance, seeing her hold Dylan's hand.
"Rebecca, let go!
I've been longing to hold his hand for almost ten years!" I thought.
What drove me even crazier was that she started whispering to Dylan.
"Handsome Sir, I'll tell you a secret.
"My mom kisses your photo every night...
"She's almost worn out your lips!
"Come on, why don't you be my dad!"
Dylan looked at me deeply.
Rebecca!
I was about to explode!
What was I supposed to do with you?
I would definitely teach her a lesson when we got home.
Dylan kept staring at me, making my scalp tingle.
Just then, the elevator doors opened. Without thinking, I tried to run, but he grabbed my arm.
"After all these years, you finally decided to come back?" His voice was low.
I couldn't utter a word.
Seeing the doors about to close, Dylan reached out to stop them and pushed me out, pulling Rebecca along with him.
"We're not getting off on this floor," I whispered.
"You're on the executive elevator; it doesn't stop on other floors. Follow me," he said calmly.
No wonder no one else was in it.
Dylan took off his suit jacket, handing a carton of milk to Rebecca.
She looked at me, grinning, and I glared at her, signaling her to be quiet.
"The copyright infringement case for 'Stars and Moon,' I'm the attorney handling it."
"Alright."
Then I realized, "Wait, you said this is the executive office. So we..."
He glanced at me without answering.
I sat on the sofa, feeling uneasy, not daring to ask more questions.
"Let's discuss your issue," Dylan said, loosening his tie, and looking serious.
"Oh, right, my three hundred original drawings were..."
He interrupted, "Is she your daughter? Why didn't you invite me to your wedding?"
His expression was extremely somber.
Why would he ask about this?
I felt guilty, unable to think of an explanation, almost panicking.
Next to me, Rebecca took a sip of her milk and said cheerfully. "Handsome Sir, don't be mad. She didn't invite me either!"
It seemed that my daughter had a good sense of humor.
Dylan's expression didn't soften. His gaze was intense as he continued, "What does she mean by those things she said? Are you thinking of cheating?"
I hadn't figured out how to respond.
Rebecca raised her hand and asked, "Handsome Sir, what's cheating?"