Chapter 103
Unfinished Business with You
Chapter 103
North shot him a glare. âDid you think Iâd leave with just anyone?â he asked coldly.
North shot him a glare. âDid you think Iâd leave with just anyone?â he asked coldly.
Inexplicably choked by this child, Eugene dissolved into laughter. âIt seems that you consider me safe?â
âOf course!â North replied.
Eugene was instantly put in a good mood. âHah, your judgment is impeccable! So, why did you ask me
out?â
Without answering his question, North pointed at KFC that was right ahead of them. âI want to eat
KFC!â
Eugene glanced at him but said nothing. Then, he turned his car and stopped before KFCâs entrance.
After entering the fast-food joint, North ordered a few items Olivia usually didnât allow him to eat before
finding a table and waiting for Eugene. Meanwhile, this was the first time Eugene had ever queued in
line. There were quite a number of patrons in KFC, so he only carried the food over to the table after
having waited for about ten minutes.
North then kept his head lowered as he quietly ate without saying a single word. On the other hand,
Eugene didnât eat since he wasnât hungry. Mainly, he was curious as to why this little fellow wanted to
see him. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the little fellow was finally done eating, and he wiped
his hands clean with a napkin.
At long last, he shifted his gaze to Eugene. âWhoâs the lady at Nolan Residence yesterday to you?â he
asked seriously, his expression solemn.
Eugeneâs brows furrowed. âYou mean, Zoe? Sheâs no one to me. Her family and the Nolan Family are
friends, so weâve known each other since young.â
âDo you have feelings for her?â
Eugene frowned. âWhy would I have feelings for her?â
North shot daggers at him. âThen, why did you allow her to hold your arm?â
Staring at him, Eugene was gripped by the urge to laugh. âYou were angry at me just because of this?â
North didnât deny or confirm it, so Eugene then explained, âSheâs no different from Nathan to me.â
North curled his lips. âTheyâre absolutely different. Nathan is a man.â
âBut thereâs no difference to me,â Eugene countered.
After pondering for a moment, North asked, âSo, how do you find my mommy?â
All of a sudden, understanding dawned upon Eugene. Donât tell me this little fellow is so peeved
because he wants to play matchmaker between me and his mommy? As this thought crossed his mind,
he couldnât quite stifle his laughter. âYour mommy is quite good.â
âIn what way?â
The corners of Eugeneâs mouth curved into a mischievous arc. âLittle fellow, what are you trying to do?â
North gazed at him with a disdainful look in his eyes. âYou still havenât understood? I want to help you
get a wife!â
Eugene doubled over. Are all kids now this precocious? âYou want to recommend your mommy to me?â
Northâs dainty eyebrows knitted together deeply, and his voice turned a touch frosty. âDo you not like
her?â
After mulling it over for a while, Eugene answered, âItâs not that I donât like her. I was just somewhat
surprised that youâre actually recommending your mommy to be my girlfriend.â
Staring at him, North gave an adult-like sigh. âI want to recommend you a wife, not a girlfriend.â He was
worried sick. These two people have known each other for so long, so why isnât there any progress?
Theyâre going as slow as a tortoise. If I were to wait for their relationship to blossom naturally, itâll either
be my daddy being snatched away by another woman or vice versa. âIf you like my mommy, why arenât
you pursuing her?â
Eugene cracked up. âLiking someone is a matter of letting nature take its course. Youâre still too young,
so you donât understand.â
Throwing him a glance, North retorted frigidly, âI only know that if you delay pursuing my mommy any
longer, sheâll be snatched away by someone else!â
Eugene froze upon hearing that. âWho else is pursuing your mommy?â
âA man whoâs comparable to you. My mommy even mentioned treating him to a meal. I think heâs a
restaurant owner.â
Unbidden, Eugeneâs heart sank a fraction. âDo you like him, too?â
Another sigh came from North. âIt doesnât matter whether I like him. I think my mommy likes him quite a
bit.â
Subsequently, Eugene asked, âDo you like me, then?â