I Dated My Ex's Father

Chapter 3

The moment I stepped out of the villa, a fierce wind drove the pouring rain into my face.

By the time I got into my car, I was half soaked.

I closed my eyes, suddenly wanting to laugh.

Feeling sorry for a man really will come back to bite you. If I hadn't wasted those 3 minutes, I wouldn't be in this mess.

Heavy raindrops pelted the car windows. The world felt dull and oppressive. I pulled out a couple of tissues to dry my hair, trying my best not to think of Mike.

'It's fine. It's only 3 years.'

I let my mind go blank for a while. Seeing that the rain showed no sign of stopping, I sighed and started the car.

'What terrible luck. Just my luck.'

But the worst was yet to come. I had only driven about 200 yards when a tire blew out. To make matters worse, my phone was dead.

My previous regret and pity instantly vanished. I clenched my fists and slammed them against the steering wheel. 'It seems Mike really is bad luck for me.'

Knock, knock.

Someone suddenly knocked on the car window.

I frowned, but froze the moment I looked up.

'Mike?'

'No, he's colder than Mike.'

He was tall and slender, wearing a sharply tailored charcoal-gray suit. His buttons were done up perfectly to the very top, framing his beautiful Adam's apple, exuding an air of quiet restraint.

'Though they share the same face, this man looks far more refined.'

I stared at him blankly, forgetting to blink.

He shifted his umbrella slightly and pressed his phone screen against the window. A few words appeared on the screen:

Need some help?

I snapped back to reality and instantly shoved my power bank back into my bag.

I smiled. "Thank you so much."

'No wonder Mike kept his dad hidden for 3 years. So they're father and son. I really do love this face.'

Outside, the rain created a thick, white mist.

I asked Mr. Thompson to drop me off at the nearest subway station. He glanced at me, hesitated, and then handed me some tissues, gesturing for me to dry my hair.

'Not bad. He has good boundaries. Plus one point.'

I vaguely remembered Mike saying that his dad had never dated again after his wife passed away. 'How loyal. If that's true, that's another 99 points.'

The car moved at a steady pace, and the ride was quiet.

I didn't rush to start a conversation. For one, when you're pursuing someone, you can't come on too strong.

Second, I knew very well...

He couldn't speak, and he couldn't type while driving. Talking would only embarrass him.

It wasn't until we reached my destination and I was about to get out after thanking him that I turned back as if remembering something, smiling apologetically.

"Um, my phone is dead. Could you lend me some cash? I can leave my ID with you as collateral."

Mr. Thompson blinked in surprise, then obediently opened his wallet and pulled out $200 to hand to me.

"Ah, I don't need that much. 10 bucks is enough. Besides, the station agent has already clocked out, and the ticket machine won't make change for a bill this big."

'Clearly, Mr. Thompson doesn't have a $10 bill.'

He pursed his lips, mustered his courage, and typed on his phone:

Can I drive you home?

It's raining too hard.

I'm not a bad guy.

I can also leave you my ID as collateral.

"Sure, let's swap IDs then."

I chuckled and continued, "Just kidding. You're so handsome. Of course you're not a bad guy."

Mr. Thompson's face instantly flushed. His fingers trembled as he typed:

You're beautiful.

After a moment's hesitation, he pointed to his throat and typed:

Sorry, I can't speak.

Understanding, I blinked and deliberately leaned closer. Feeling his body stiffen, I smiled and slid my finger across his screen, stopping on the words: You're more beautiful. Then I said softly, "No, you speak very well."

'He is quite different from how Mike described him. He doesn't have any of the spoiled attitude of a wealthy man. On the contrary, he's very polite and respectful. Innocent and handsome, he's truly mesmerizing.'