GoodReadEverett nodded without hesitation, "It's a deal.” Langston eyed him suspiciously, "Aren't you afraid that | might access the back-end, erase your data, and throw the Lopez Corporation into chaos?" Getting into the CEO's back-end was like getting the keys to the kingdom. All the important files and top-secret data were laid out clear as day.
Everett's crisp and magnetic voice chuckled, "Go ahead, delete away. It's all going to be yours anyway." "What?" Langston's mind raced to a TV he had seen recently, and he smirked, "Just wait until you've got a new wife and kids. You won't be saying that then!" Everett smiled indulgently, tousling his son's hair.
"I'll only ever have your mom as my wife. Or else, I'll end up a lonely old man." Looking at his bright and adorable son, Everett felt he shouldn't be too greedy. The idea of having a pair of children with Dorothy was something he hadn't allowed himself to dream of in the four years since his divorce.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe more he had, the more he feared it was all just a pipe dream.
Dorothy emerged from the restroom to find the father and son, sharing one beaming smile, laughing heartily.
When was the last time she had seen Langston genuinely smile? Ever since he had started to look more and more like Everett, and she had sent him abroad, their meetings had been few and far between. Now, with his dad, his happiness was tangible, even his laughter was bright and open-hearted.
This was the innocence a child deserved to have.
If it weren't for Everett's presence, she would have loved to capture her son's smiling face on her phone.
"Feeling alright?" Everett noticed her first and rose to join her.
"I'm fine." Dorothy sat back down, glancing at him, "I'm almost done here. Can | see him now?" "Sure, I'll drive you over tomorrow morning." His word was his bond.
Dorothy didn't object. It was late, and an evening visit wouldn't be appropriate.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Then I'll be on my way." As she stood to leave, Langston clutched his stomach and groaned, "Ouch... My stomach suddenly hurts so much!" Dorothy had never seen her son like this and, in her panic, almost forgot to hide her concern from Everett. She quickly turned back to Langston's side.
"Where does it hurt? Let me see!" Langston looked up with a pitiful expression, "I think it's because | sneakily drank a cold soda today. Ms. Sanchez, can you rub my tummy?" Dorothy instinctively reached out, then caught herself with Everett still nearby.
Was she too anxious for just an "Ms. Sanchez"? "Uh, why don't you ask your dad to do it?" Everett, taken aback, caught Langston's cue and spoke with feigned difficulty, "But I've got a video call starting soon, Dorothy.
Could you look after my boy for a bit?" Dorothy, already reluctant to leave her son, eagerly agreed upon finding an easy out, though she feigned reluctance for appearance's sake.
"Is that okay? The boy doesn't really like me much.” "Just for a little while, I'll take over after my call.” "Alright then, I'll do you this favor! But make it quick." Dorothy stood up, lifted her son into her arms, and walked toward his bedroom.
Langston wrapped his arms around his mom's neck, sneakily grinning and winking at Everett as they left.
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