Single Mother: Struggling With The Dangerous CEO

"Baby, how did you get the wounds on your head and arm? Does it hurt?" Patrick asked Quentin.

Adriana noticed that Quentin was wounded, and some places were even bandaged.She quickly bent down and pulled him over gently to ask.She was distressed, and it was evident.

"It doesn't hurt.The pretty lady has already bandaged it for me.Besides, this injury is nothing for a man!"

Quentin said in an unmistakable and firm voice.

Patrick's demands for Quentin were exceptionally stringent.

Over time, Quentin developed the same personality as Patrick when he was a child.

Although he was patient and independent, he never showed weakness quickly.

And people with this kind of personality usually felt very cynical in their hearts.

Patrick did not want his child to repeat the same mistake he had made.

Nevertheless, the trajectory of destiny had always been so similar.

Patrick patted Quentin's head.His fingers stroked the wound on Quentin's forehead unconsciously.

Then, he thought, 'The way his wound is bandaged is very familiar, very similar to the way that woman bandaged it' 

"Come on, get in the car, and let's go eat."

It was the path of solace between father and son.

There was no need to communicate too much verbally.

Although Adriana did not understand, she saw the smile on her son's face and no longer looked into it.

All three got in the car, and the Rolls-Royce quickly hit the road.

There were many vehicles on the road as it was rush hour.

The car sometimes sped up and sometimes slowed down until they reached the bus stop.

Quentin was sitting in the middle of his parents and was looking around.

Suddenly, he saw Emma and her mother standing next to the bus stop sign and shouted, "Dad, mom, look! That's the beautiful lady who helped me and bandaged my wounds!"

He pointed outside.

The two followed Quentin's finger and only caught a flash passing by.

I can't see her

where

silent again, and soon, the car started again and slid into

glad that she was smart enough to remember the car she saw at the school entrance in a hurry.She saw the same car at the

her fluffy hair.Her black almond-shaped eyes followed her mother's movements, and she looked back at Sophia.She wanted to know what had happened to her

see

nervous and looked around frantically.She didn't even dare to breathe

the Rolls-Royce drive away, that Sophia let out a sigh of relief.She tidied up her hair and concealed her worry, "No, the sunlight was suddenly glaring, so I

mouth with exaggeration and pointed at

side seems to

think I am as easy to deceive as

daughter were silent for

looked in the direction where his car drove off.She knew that she was

that she had secretly kept this child, she did not

that having Patrick's child was equivalent to having a close bond with him and his family, that was why he had strongly suggested aborting this

thought that she would have to change Emma's kindergarten

slightly cheaper, there was no way around it if she wanted to avoid

so rich; how can we let our children come to such an ordinary kindergarten? The world of rich people

seemed to understand and said, "Didn't grandmother always tell us that even if we

are right.You have your grandma's

Emma's little nose

heavy as they

home, Sophia was stressed that she ate a

me get will start today.Next time, after you come back to pick up Emma, eat.You

her bag, put on her shoes, and ran

wanted to tell her that she had already paid

could say it, Sophia was already out of the house.She shook her head, picked up a slice of pork, and put it on

"Emma, eat well.”

grow up, don't be like your mother Maria said.Emma made

cab to Golden Pavillion.She went to meet

was the building manager and head of the

from seven to midnight.There is only one private room on this floor, and it is often reserved.You have to focus

the guests in the private room, from

was

been in the workplace for a long time, but the smile on his

the first night of Sophia's shift, this floor

was reserved by a wealthy businessman to celebrate his

birthdays today?' At seven o'clock, a Rolls-Royce stopped at the

well-trained and opened the

attitude was

few bills to