A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 13

My Daddy Is Senile

Franklin froze when he heard that. Then, he turned around to look at Samuel, who was entering the dining hall.

Samuel still had his phone in his hand, and the top two buttons of his black shirt were undone. He looked extremely intimidating as his dark eyes filled with anger.

The little boy pursed his lips before puffing up his cheeks, calling out reluctantly, “Daddy.”

Natalie shuddered internally when she met those dark and bottomless eyes of that man. This little snake boy is actually Samuel’s son? So that means he has a pair of twins? Sophia isn’t his only child?

Samuel glared at Franklin coldly before saying, “What in the world are you thinking with that underdeveloped brain of yours? You, taking her as your woman? What makes you think you can do that?”

Franklin was visibly afraid of Samuel. However, when he remembered that he had so boldly declared that he would protect Natalie earlier, he realized that he couldn’t act too cowardly in front of his father. Hence, he plucked up his courage and replied, “Daddy, I like her. I want her to stay.”

Samuel frowned even harder. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?”

“Of course, I do!” Franklin touched his earlobes, his cheeks flushing. “Daddy, you can’t be so prejudiced. I’m already all grown up, so I know that I have to be proactive in pursuing the woman I like.”

“Who taught you this?” Samuel asked coldly.

“Um…” Franklin felt slightly guilty under his father’s gaze.

Who. Taught.

saying this to another lady. That lady was really happy when she heard it.

that, Samuel made a mental note

discuss with Ms.

suspicious that his father liked this woman as well. Is he brushing

yourself, so you’re

are

answering back, Franklin merely shook his head meekly. “I-I’m going back to

to say goodbye to you for now.”

down and patted the little

at her silently. The look in his

Nichols, you seem like you’re adept at

“Perhaps?”

two kids back at home, but now

she followed Samuel to

entire row of tall bookshelves that was nearly five meters tall. At that height, it would only be possible to retrieve the books via a ladder.

I do have a deal that I need to discuss with you. I need you to

keeping my identity as a skilled doctor pretty well all along. How did this man here get to know about this identity of mine? And how much does he know about it? Could it be that

Bowers, you’ve looked into my background, so you should know that I’m a coroner, not a doctor. What

slanted eyes fixing on her