My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

An hour later, Matteo arrived at the Hilton hotel.

Even though he was smart for his age, he was still a kid, so it took some time for him to arrive at his destination.

Thankfully, he quickly spotted a car in the hotel parking lot that was the same one the men in black had driven when they took his mother away from the hospital.

His heart skipping a beat in excitement, he made his way to the hotel lobby.

"Hi, pretty lady! I'd like to ask who that car outside belongs to?"

The receptionist, a young woman, lowered her head to see an adorable five-year-old boy standing on his tiptoes and peeking over the counter.

With a fluffy head of dark hair and large, curious eyes, he looked like a handsome young protagonist from a Disney animation.Isn't...Isn't this lan, the young boy who lives in our hotel's penthouse suite? She stammered, "Mr.I-lan? Why are...you here? Weren't you just at the restaurant?"

Huh? Mr.lan? Matteo quickly picked up that something was off.

So, he pulled a tall stool over and climbed onto it, resting his elbows on the reception counter as he smiled brightly at the young woman whose cheeks went red.

"That's right! I just came out for a minute.Oh, do you know who the car outside belongs to, miss?"

"Doesn't it belong to your family? Your father's staff was driving it when he came home just now,’’ she replied, confused.Matteo beamed; his chubby cheeks becoming round.

"Okay! Thank you, pretty lady.I'll be going now!"

"Where are you going? It's too dangerous for you to be alone.Let me walk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can't find you."

worried that the boy might get lost if he left the hotel

Matteo wasn't about to

and he wanted to see for himself what the real Mr.lan

yesterday, his teacher had shown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their

like Matteo, but his name

hacked into the preschool principal's computer to search for more information about lan, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton

receptionist in the dust,

was sitting like the perfect gentleman in the middle of the fancy restaurant, dressed in a small, tailored suit and a

in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he

Matteo were completely different

features looked alike, their temperaments, personalities, and even

was a mini Arctic Ocean

being around other people because

raised by Kane to act prim and

a single trace of naivety or immaturity that should be found

look like him.But is he always as

himself, feeling sorry for

came here to look for a cure for

was silent for a few moments.It was obvious that he

the woman whom he brought along today

"Sort of?"