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."

seat, worried that the boy

about to let that

"Mr.lan", and he wanted to see for himself what

yesterday, his teacher had shown them a photo

photo looked like Matteo, but his name was

principal's computer to search for more information about lan, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was currently

and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to the

restaurant, dressed in

his expression one of impatience as he

Matteo were

features looked alike, their temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were

was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then lan was a

talkative, and he didn't like being around other people

Kane to act prim and proper at all

single trace of naivety or immaturity that should be found in a

I really do look like him.But is he always as

mumbled to himself, feeling sorry for the other

cure for your father's illness.Don't

was obvious that he still

whom he brought along today is supposed to

"Sort of?"