Carlos took out his gold-frame glasses from his pocket and put them on.
Smiling bitterly, he explained, âOf course, I have Elena to thank.
Do you really think Iâd draw on my face? Caleb, you asked me to pick Elena up from the kindergarten, but neither of you were home.
I had no choice but to stay and babysit the kid.
â
He lowered his face and pointed at his own face dejectedly.
âWho wouldâve thought that Iâd have to endure such torture in just a few hours?â
Both Caleb and I couldnât help but burst into Laughter.
âAlasâ¦â Carlos sighed deeply.
âElena is so energetic.
She isnât like
Dylan at all.
That quiet boyâs less of a handful.
â
Dylan?
That name sounded familiar.
âWho is Dylan?â @®
Caleb was speechless and stared daggers at Carlos.
âWellâ¦â Carlos hemmed and hawed, not knowing how to answer my question.
âCarlos, there is too much paint on your face.
You might get an allergic reaction.
â Caleb interrupted us suddenly and started ushering
Carlos to the bathroom.
âLetâs go and wash it off, okay?â
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âOkayâ¦â Carlos quickly followed his lead
The two menâs acted so strangely just now that I couldnât help but think of the Little boy who had video chatted with them before.
Was he Dylan?
I still vividly remembered how gentle Caleb was when he addressed the little boy.
As for Carlos, the boy had called him uncle.
I fell into deep thought.
What exactly was the relationship between Caleb and the boy?
Calebâs POV:
How could Carlos be so stupid? He accidentally mentioned Dylanâs name right in front of Debra.
I was so angry that I secretly gritted my teeth.
Debra would definitely pick up on it.
Sure enough, her curiosity was piqued immediately.