Chapter 489: Unable to Ignore

He took this fearless boy to a corner where no one sat and stared at him.

“Kid, are you not going to give up?”

He hadn't had a beard yet, what did he know about love? Children in this world nowadays really

knew stuffs. It was something he who was in his thirty didn't understand. Or, was this the so-called

generation gap?

The fake Sean Shen asked back, “It's rare to find a girl who matches my appetite. Why should I give

up?”

Sean Shen always thought that girls were troublesome. Because girls liked to cry, were timid, clingy

and pretentious, shameless and unreasonable. It was difficult to handle them and better not

provoke them. The best was if he could hide from them.

Alan snorted and glared. Kids nowadays had such thick skin, which was really amazing. “Because

she’s my daughter. She doesn't like you and I have the right to stop you from bothering her.”

“Haha,” the boy laughed wildly with an expression on his childish face that was different from his

age. “If our coincidence encounter is also called bothering her, then that will be a greater problem

when we grow up.”

"Are you threatening me?” It was the first time he was threatened by a little boy after he lived for

more than 30 years.

“I don't dare to. You're Sean's future dad-in-law,” the boy said with a grin.

“You call me that, but I don't accept it. Kid, go back and ask your parents to agree the privilege of

having a puppy love, then you can pursue girls. I don't care if you ever saved my daughter or not,

but as long as my daughter refuses, no matter how skilled and many flattery you throw, you can

stop have the idea to hit on my daughter,” Alan warned him.

Although this kid had an aura that his peers couldnt match and Alan admired him for it, he felt a

little bit too proud this time. He didn't know if it was because the change of his own mentality, but

he didn't want her daughter was snatched by other men too early.

"How do you know that she refuses? Hey, you're also a man, so you should know women. They

sometimes don't speak the truth. A woman's heart is as deep as the sea. Don't just speculate their

true thoughts.”

Although he said that, the boy felt a little happy. Sean Shen, Sean Shen. You usually said you hate

women and now you had met a tough one. Karma, karma.

"Oh? I don't expect a boy like you to understand relationship between man and woman.” His baby

had to be careful. If she really didn't want to commit with this kid, he was afraid that this kid might

not be her opponent. The big lady of the Hoyle at this moment hadn't grown up yet, and now he

had to worry about the little lady. It wasn't easy to be a dad.

"Compared with future dad-in-law, I'm still far behind on this aspect. You're the master, I'm just a

little apprentice who hasn't started yet and still need to continue practicing.” The brat was rarely

humble.

“Enough. Don't flatter me. It won't work on me.”

“That's because there are too many people who flatter you. You've long immune to it.” He wasn't his

future dad-in-law. Why would he please him?

The brat's finger tapped lightly on the table with a sense of rhythm. Alan felt that he was plotting

something.

But before this feeling could sink in, one of the two bodyguards hurried over and handed the brat a

phone. “Young master, it's master.”

The soundproofing of the phone was very good. Alan couldn't hear what Jacob said to him. He only

heard his mouth replying, “Okay. I know, dad. I'm on my away.”

After the call ended, Alan pretended to ask casually, “So, Jacob Shen, your father, is in Jiangcheng?”

He was wondering whether he should visit the legendary Shen Family's lord, even though they

didn't ever have any friendship.

The brat was a total villain. He saw through his words and smiled, “He is at the moment, but he'll be

on a plane an hour later. If you want to meet him, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for next time. I can't

chat with you anymore, so bye bye.”

They shook hands and the boy left. Alan felt unpleasant no matter how he looked at him today. It

wasn't like that day when he liked the calm temperament the kid showed in his young age. He

became wilder.

As soon as that pesky ghost left, Annie took Olive’s hand and hurried to him.

Olive laughed, “Over so soon?”

Annie pouted, “The farther, the better. Don’t let me see him again.”

Alan stroked the top of his daughter's hair, “My baby hates him that much?”

“It's more than hate. I want to kick him so badly.” Annie, who had always been gentle to others,

showed violence.

Alan laughed, “But what if you can't beat him?”

“I'll make Big Beard practice my martial arts hard,” she said, then the girl shook his arm, acting cute.

“Dad, you have to pass me your trick too. You can't just watch your baby girl being bullied by that

pesky ghost, right?”

Alan thought for a moment and nodded, “Of course. Let my baby bully that pesky ghost. Come, let's

eat more. After that, your body will grow faster, then we can control that brat.”

Olive was speechless at the side. Was there anyone who taught their daughter like that? How came

the father acted like the child instead?

But Annie looked very excited and had a big appetite. When they left the restaurant, she touched

her big belly and said, “I'm so full that I want to burst. What should I do?”

“There's square in front. I'll take you two for a walk to lose a little fat.”

There was a musical fountain in the square and colorful lights illuminate the undulating water

column from below. On the wide terrace, there were middle-aged and elderly people lined up to

dance to the music. There were a lot of spectators and passersby walking around, sitting, or

standing.

There were children playing and Annie soon joined their team. Alan dragged Olive’s hand to the

side, his face was gentle.

“This kid seems never acting shy with strangers.”

Speaking of this, Olive remembered something. “Because after she just learned to walk and liked to

run everywhere, she met a lot of people and anyone could carry her, never cried. She talked with

anyone as if they were close. My mother and I were really worried that if she runs into a trafficker

and isn't careful, she'll be kidnapped with a candy or something.”

Fortunately, she had lived on without any risk these years.

How could Alan not know who she was most worried about at this time? He hesitated a little and

said, “Honey, I want to talk to you about Ophelia.”

But Olive shook her head and smiled a little, “I've said that I've no objection to any decision you

make on her. I know you have limits.”

Alan embraced her and gently kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t worry. I won't let the grievances

you've suffered over the years are in vain.”

Of course she knew. In fact, after he returned to her and gave her and their child warm, honest love

and care, those years of grievances were really nothing.

The hard times were over, the good times just began.

Annie seemed to be drowsy on the way back to the Hoyle's residence. She yawned several times on

the road because she was playing with other children, sweating all over with wet hair stuck on her

forehead. Olive took a tissue to wipe it.

Alan didn't dare to adjust the car's AC too low, fearing it would harm the child's body at the change

of the temperature.

At the red light of the crossroads, Alan took the opportunity to flick at Annie's little nose. “You were

so energetic just now. Are you going to sleep now?”

Annie hugged Olive’s waist, pressing her little head against Olive’s chest and rubbing. “Mommy, I

want to sleep with you tonight.”

“If you sleep with mommy, then what about me? Your dad can't sleep without your mom.” Alan

pouted like his daughter, expressing his unhappiness. He didn’t want to be kicked to the guest

room and slept alone.

Annie pretended to be reluctant to say, “Fine. Because you treat me Haagen-Dazs and buffet today,

I'll make a little sacrifice for letting you to hug me to sleep while I'll hug mommy. You can watch her

sleep.”

“You'd let me hug you? Didn't you say that man and woman should know distances?” Alan teased

her intentionally.

Annie sighed like an adult, “I've no choice. Who asks us both are inseparable from Olive. So, I have

to sacrifice a little.”

“Sacrifice?” Alan was amused, stretching out his hand to ruffle her hair. “I'm wondering what crazy

things are inside your head.”

“Sleeping with mom and dad is a crazy thing?” Annie asked, blinking her innocent big eyes.

Alan was speechless for a moment and Olive burst out laughing.

How happy life was with a girl like her.

The lights in the Hoyle's residence were brightly lit, but it was deserted. Mrs. Hoyle was sitting at the

entrance hall and watching the car drive into the garden through the window.

The family of three got out of the car talking and laughing, but no one cared about this lonely old

woman. She worked so hard to raise up her sons to be snatched away by other women one by one

and they defied her. Her heart suddenly burned heavily.

The moment she saw them come in, she said, “You still know how to come home? I thought you

guys are upset with this old lady and plan to stay outside.”

Alan halted and Annie pulled on his hand.

“Mother, if you don't welcome my wife and child, I can take them away immediately.” He implied

that he would also leave.

“Go ahead. All of you get out! And never come back! Take it as if I never gave birth to you guys. You

guys won't let me rest,” Mrs. Hoyle screamed, shocking the butler and Mrs. Hudson that they came

running, but they didn't dare getting too close.

Alan pulled his wife and daughter and turned around to leave. That made Mrs. Hoyle upset so

much. But Olive dragged him back. “Take Annie upstairs and wash up first. Let me say a few words

to your mother.”

"What's more to talk when she treats you like this?” Alan actually didn't want to think much about

his mother. He could forgive her for the past, but the old lady kept being so stubbornly rejecting

Olive until now. She treated Ophelia Meyer as a treasure, yet treated Olive as a wild grass. He

couldn't ignore this.

“Be good. Go up. Only a minute.” Olive was like coaxing a child, pushing the pissed man to upstairs.

She watched him holding their daughter and reluctantly went upstairs, then she turned back to the

old lady's side.

At this moment, in her eyes, Mrs. Hoyle looked a bit like a menopausal woman. She had a strange

temper and was difficult to please. She was jealous with her son's woman in front of her son.

“Don't waste your time. I have nothing to say to you.” Mrs. Hoyle looked away from Olive.