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

Matteo wasn't about to let

him as "Mr.lan", and he wanted to see for himself what the real

had shown them a photo of

looked like Matteo, but

more information about lan, the registered address was the penthouse

sprinted faster than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making

middle of the fancy restaurant, dressed in a small, tailored suit

ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father's assistant, "Mr.Reed, when can we

were

their physical features looked alike, their temperaments, personalities, and even their speech

lan was

he didn't like being around other

had been raised by Kane to act

naivety or immaturity that should be found in a

that's Mr.lan? I really do look like him.But is he always

feeling

a cure for your

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

the woman whom he brought along today is supposed to

"Sort of?"