Chapter 150 - 150: 150: I Am the Child’s Father

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“Oh, okay.” So that’s how it is.

“By the way, tell me the password so I don’t have to ring the doorbell and wake Morgan later, ” Adrian Zhekova said. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Cindy Clarke’s apartment door can be accessed by card or by entering a password.

Her front door also has a fingerprint lock, which either requires a fingerprint scan or password input.

Adrian actually wanted Cindy to enter his fingerprint into the lock directly.

However, considering it was too late, asking seemed inconvenient.

Next time, he should definitely get the fingerprint thing sorted out.

When Cindy heard this, she found it quite reasonable.

“Wait a moment,” Cindy said, then went to the cabinet integrated with the entrance hall bar to get a key card.

“This is the access card for the building, take it. The password is too long and hard to remember,” Cindy said.

Then, she told Adrian the password for her fingerprint lock.

Adrian wondered why this girl was so careless as he lectured: “It’s fine for me to have these since I’m the father of the child, after all.”

Cindy: ‘

The words sounded reasonable, yet they felt off.

“I wouldn’t give it to anyone else,” Cindy said, knowing only Peggy Lewis had one.

Just in case, she didn’t feel at ease leaving Morgan home alone.

Fortunately, Peggy was available to come over anytime.

Oh, wait, she actually hadn’t intended to keep Adrian’s copy; it was only for temporary use.

He must return it once he’s done!

“As long as you remember not to trust others easily, and don’t give out important things like this,” Adrian said as he walked to the door. “Of course, I’m an exception, so it’s different.”

With that, Adrian left the room.

Cindy: ‘

In a short while, Adrian came upstairs with his suitcase.

Adrian put the suitcase near the living room sofa and took out clean sleepwear.

Then, holding the sleepwear, he stared at her steadily.

Cindy asked puzzledly, “What’s wrong?”

Why is he staring at her like that?

Adrian raised his eyebrows slightly, “I’m going to change into my sleepwear.”

In other words, did she want to keep watching?

He didn’t mind.

When Cindy finally reacted, she said, “I’m going to bed, do as you please,” and dashed off.

But halfway, she suddenly stopped and turned back to Adrian, “There are some homemade snacks in the kitchen cupboard, and some deli meats and beef jerky in the refrigerator. You can eat if you’re hungry.”

Reflecting on Adrian’s hasty return, Cindy figured he probably hadn’t eaten well.

Seriously, she hasn’t left yet!

Not daring to stay any longer, Cindy turned around and ran back to the bedroom.

That night, having Adrian sleeping in the living room wasn’t necessarily a cause for uneasiness, but it certainly felt different.

She felt tense all over.

Cindy crawled into her blankets, staring wide-eyed out the window—unable to sleep.

Staring for a while, her heart gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, it seemed as if something was amiss.

Cindy recalled Adrian mentioning how difficult it was to finish work early and come back, meaning he wouldn’t be able to return until tomorrow.

But she remembered that Adrian said he would be back on Wednesday when he had breakfast here on Sunday.

She knew something was off when she heard those words earlier but couldn’t pinpoint it at the time..