Chapter 309: Triplet’s Mighty Mom Chapter 309

Chapter 309 Looking Like a Family

His flawless and fair skin made his face look like a glutinous rice ball. Grinning, he greeted Silas,

“Uncle Silas!” At the sight of them, Silas started having difficulty keeping away the smile on his face.

“South looks very handsome tonight and South's mother is simply stunning!” Camila smiled with her

lips pursed and shot him a flirtatious glare to remind him to behave himself with so many people

around them. It was unbeknownst to her that what she was seeing now was already the toned down

version of Silas because he would not have hesitated to give her a hug if it wasn't because of Brian's

reminder. For now, he was trying very hard to curb his desire to get physically intimate with her

because he didn't feel like exposing them to the public prematurely. If he only stayed with them

without behaving too intimately, they would at most be suspicious of their relationship without any

clear answer. Camila showed off a box she was carrying in her arms. “This is the gift I prepared for

your grandfather.” “Let me take a peek at what's inside,” Silas requested with a smile. Camila

tightened her grip around the box and snorted arrogantly, “This is for your grandfather, not you!”

Silas went speechless, wondering why she even showed it off to him when he wasn't allowed to see

what was inside.

South too fished out something that looked like a fountain pen and waved it at Silas. “Uncle Silas,

I've prepared something for Old Man Nolan too.”

Silas, who was surprised to learn that, asked, “That's nice! What have you got?” South shook his

head. “You'll know it later.” Silas was left wordless thinking South and his mother must be doing this

on purpose just to piss him off. Tousling South's hair, he complained, “Why are the two of you even

showing off the presents to me when I'm not allowed to see what they are?” Flashing him a toothy

grin, South held his hand and tried to pull him toward the villa. “Let's go in now then so that you'll

be able to know our secrets!” Silas responded with a laugh. “Let's go; it's freezing outside.” Timidly,

he held Camila’s arms as they walked; from a distance, he looked like he was wrapping his arm

around her waist.

At least it looked that way to George, who didn’t go to Muse Peninsula at all. Halfway

through the journey, he had asked the taxi to make a U-turn and head straight to Nolan Residence.

He felt as though his heart was shattering into a million pieces when he saw the three of them

standing together like a family. That woman had indeed told him the truth-Camila really went to

visit Silas. The three of them looked like a happy family and even South seemed to fancy Silas a

great deal. All at once, he was overwhelmed by disappointment, heartache and the rage of being

deceived at the same time.

Had Camila really fallen in love with Silas?

What about Silas? Was their love mutual? How was that possible? Wouldn't his prestigious family

attach great importance to the family background of his girlfriend? How could his family accept

Camila who already had a son? Was this real? Suddenly, his mind went blank and he lost the ability

to think rationally. Was Camila, the woman whom he had had a crush on for seven years, going to

be the woman of another man? No way! He couldn't let it happen!

Seeing that he seemed to have no intention to get out of the car, the taxi driver urged, “Dude, are

you getting out or not?” “I'm booking your taxi for the night. Just make an offer,” George said. The

driver's eyes gleamed with joy immediately. “Really? Okay, I'll do honest business with you. Since I

usually make seven to eight hundred a night, you just have to pay me seven hundred and I'll drive

you anywhere you want.” “I'll pay you a thousand just to stay here.” After taking out several notes

that made up to a thousand bucks to him, George added, “Don't you think of just leaving after

taking the money because I can easily reach you!” The taxi driver said, “Of course I won't do such a

despicable act! I'll wait here for as long as you like and I'll be at your disposal for the entire night!”

George pretty much ignored what he said. Just as he was about to push the door open and leave,

the driver asked him, “Are you going inside to attend the dinner?” George asked him back, “What's

wrong with that?” “Nothing, I just didn't see you bringing your invitation card,” the driver answered.

Skeptically, George observed the guests who were filing into the villa one after another, and each of

them was indeed holding an invitation card.

Having noticed his expression, the taxi driver chuckled, “Today is Old Master Nolan's birthday

dinner. Without an invitation card, you won't stand a chance of going in.”