chapter 109

The stoic and impassive man, who seemed indifferent in the supermarket just now, gently smiled at his wife. It was as if his cold and emotionless countenance was just an illusion.But at Eric's mention, he turned somber. "No."The woman lowered her gaze sadly as she pursed her lips. Elvis Willson hated to see his wife so downcast. He gently pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair."But I met the woman in question, Mary."Her crestfallen face brightened up. "Oh! So? Who is she?""Lucy Hale."Mary Willson rapidly blinked her eyes. " Lucy Hale you mean...that Hale family?"He silently nodded.Her brows furrowed in a complicated expression. "I see…"But then she shook her head. "It doesn't matter to me though. The situation is a little difficult but... anyway, how did you find her? What did you two talk about?"Elvis Willson said, "She is dangerously smart.""How?""She got suspicious about Eric and my relationship. She asked if I knew Eric Willson."Her eyes widened in surprise.She gave it a thought. "It's really not that difficult. After all, Eric strikingly resembles you.""But still. She seemed very sure," he quietly said."What happened that made her so sure?""Nothing. She gave me the chocolate chips cookie packet and some candles."Mary Willson was confused. "So?""Then I handed a cheque to her as her reward. After that, she asked me the question." His gaze squinted thoughtfully. "I wonder how did she get the clue?"His wife's mouth violently twitched.I understand how she got the connection…She helplessly laughed.Elvis Willson's gaze softened. "Why are you laughing?"" Nothing. You father-son are really the same."His lips straightened in a thin line.He never really liked her talking about Eric."Oh yes! You said you brought the cookies!""En. It was the last packet and she had it. But she still gave it to me."Her lips curved into a beautiful smile. "Ah, she is so kind."Then her gaze fell onto the small candles and her expression bloomed into pure bliss. "These candles are gorgeous.""She said you might like them.""Ah? How did she know I would like them?""I told her that you like artistic things. Then she looked as if she got a great idea and handed me these."Mary was dumbfounded. "You talked to her that much? I thought you don't like talking to other people."This came as a massive shock to her.Just like Eric, Elvis Willson wasn't a talkative man either. They hardly spoke as if their words were gold.Elvis softly smiled. "I couldn't help it. We were talking about you. She was interested in knowing about you.""..."So you only talked to her because it was about me.She softly smiled. "But I think I know what made Eric attach to her. He resembles you even personality wise.""Mary…" There was a slight hint of warning in his tone though he didn't get any stricter. "Don't talk anymore about him. We should go back."Mary pursed her lips."For how long can I not meet him?" She mumbled.Elvis stiffened at her question that he heard clearly. He quietly avoided her and looked away. "Go back." He said to the driver.---