Chapter 8 Doubt
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“Daddy, have you eaten? Mommy's noodles are really delicious, let her make you a bowl to try!” Tommy placed the juice in front of Simon, eagerly urging Sherry to show off her skills.
Sherry sighed helplessly. When did I ever say I would cook noodles? I hadn't slept all night, my leg was injured, and I just wanted to get a good sleep, quickly sending this rascal away. “How could Mr. Miller like that kind of thing? Hurry up and say goodbye to Mr...”
“Put less salt.” Simon looked at Sherry with a blank expression, completely ignoring her gritted teeth, elegantly picked up the cartoon cup, and took a sip of the cheap juice.
“……” You're something!
After all, this person would be her boss in the future, so she couldn't offend him too much. Sherry gritted her teeth and limped toward the kitchen, cursing both of them in her mind.
Inside the room, Tommy praised Sherry as if presenting a treasure, saying that she was gentle, kind, considerate, capable, and most importantly, honest.
“Phew—” Simon couldn't help it.
The adjectives could be taken as a joke, but honesty as a quality could hardly be seen in Sherry, right?
This woman is nothing but a beautiful liar.
Yes, if there is anything left in Sherry, the only remaining virtue is just that pretty face!
“Daddy, why are you choking? Drink slowly.” Tommy hurriedly took a tissue to wipe Simon's mouth and gently patted his back, his actions familiar and gentle, just like a little adult.
“Why do you call me that?” Simon looked at the tissue in his hand, his previously relaxed brows furrowing together again, as if something in his heart had softened a lot.
“Because you are handsome and rich. It would be great if mommy could be with you.” Tommy said, as a matter of course.
Find a rich daddy, and no one will dare to bully mommy or talk bad about her!
Simon shook his head, treating these words as innocent child’s talk, feeling that a good child like this wouldn’t learn anything good from Sherry.
The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen, and the whole house was not big, gradually filling with the smell of home-cooked meals.
He slowly got up and looked around the room's furnishings. Although there were many different items, they were still relatively organized, showing that the mistress had put some thought into the arrangement.
However... why are there no men's slippers in this house?
Simon's gaze darkened slightly, pretending to be indifferent as he casually asked, “What about your biological father?”
“……” Sherry, holding the noodles at the door, instantly widened her eyes.
Didn’t this person say he wasn’t interested in my private life? How could he turn around and ask Tommy, sly and cunning! How low can you go to deceive a child!
“Mommy said my dad is a……” Tommy opened his mouth but remembered that the bad word was something kids shouldn't say, so he could only say, “Mommy said he went to pick strawberries and hasn’t come back, probably got lost in the mountains.”
“……” Picking strawberries!
Simon was utterly speechless and somewhat impressed by Sherry's imagination.
Doesn't she feel any guilt for tricking a child like this? Probably not, because she has no conscience at all.
“I really like eating strawberries.” Tommy wiped his mouth; there are no strawberries to eat in this season.
Sherry hurriedly interjected at the right moment, placing the noodles in front of Simon, smiling awkwardly, “Mr. Miller, if you find it hard to eat, you can go out instead. The fast food restaurant on the corner should be open by now…”
Before she finished speaking, she saw Simon pick up the noodles and put them in his mouth, then furrow his brows and utter a few words, “It’s indeed not tasty.”
Sherry's confidence shattered instantly; just as she was about to take the bowl away, Simon shot her a look that made her hesitate.
He ate the noodles at a leisurely pace, and he looked very elegant.
Sherry watched in a daze.
She had never eaten with Simon before and never thought that this man would look so good while eating.
Tommy watched the interaction between the two and couldn't help but cover his mouth and giggle, like a cat that has just caught a fish, sneaking back to his little room.
"Remember to go arrange notifications at noon." Simon put down the bowl, saying it was not tasty, yet he finished it all.
Sherry lowered her head to agree, thinking he was genuinely hungry. She quickly ushered this intimidating figure out, quickly closing the door behind her.
Simon stood outside the door for a while, looking at the old lock on the door and the small gangsters he had just encountered. His expression darkened slightly as he took out his phone and dialed that person's number.
“Hello?” A woman's voice sounded lazy and gentle, with a hint of hoarseness, as if she had just woken from a dream.
Simon remained silent.
But the person on the other end quickly responded, sounding a bit excited, “Simon, is that you? When are you coming back? Do you want to have breakfast together?”
“No need. I’ve already eaten.” Simon casually responded to Anna before hanging up the phone.
However, Anna had not just gotten up as he had thought; she had left early and was now looking grimly at a few thugs.
“Is the man you mentioned who can fight him?” Anna showed the thugs a photo of Simon from her phone.
The thugs exchanged glances, squinting as they stepped forward to identify him, then quickly nodded, their eyes filled with fear.
“Yes, yes, yes! That's him.”
“Useless!” Anna gripped the phone tightly. No wonder Simon didn't come home all night; it turned out he was with this woman.
Whether she is Rose or Sherry, as long as she gets in my way, she can't be allowed to live!
“You all investigate carefully who else is around her; as for the money, I can double it for you... Remember! Make your move when she is alone!” Anna's gaze swept over the faces of the thugs, her icy cold eyes betraying her beautiful face.
Anna returned to the Miller's family with a stern face, only to find the man sitting on the sofa, who was swirling a wine glass in his hand, his expression obscured by the backlight.
“Simon?! You didn't come back all night; I was worried.” Anna quickly suppressed her surprise and tried to greet him casually.
Simon downed the red wine in his glass, his sharp gaze landing on her face as he said in a low voice, “Where did you go?”
“I went to buy some breakfast; do you want anything?” Anna hurriedly raised her hand, in which there was a bag with a sign of "Susie Breakfast", seeming to indicate that she really had just gone out to buy food.
Simon rubbed his temples, his brow furrowed slightly, “No need.”
Anna's heart sank like it had fallen into an icebox; was the man in front of her already suspicious of her?
If he kept investigating, he would definitely find out about the thing she did four years ago!
“Simon!” Anna called out to him, her voice trembling slightly, “When are we getting engaged? I've been back for four years.”
“Aren't you feeling unwell lately? We can talk about it when you feel better.” Simon expressionlessly went upstairs to get some documents, then left with Clark outside. His attitude towards Anna remained indifferent throughout.
Or one could say he treated her like a stranger, showing no concern at all.
Clark sat in the passenger seat, glancing at Simon's not-so-pleasant expression in the rearview mirror. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke about the situation with the few small thugs.
“Find out who is behind them. If you can't find out, just let them stay obedient.” Simon opened the document in his hand, where the elegant handwriting was indeed Sherry's signature.
He had sent this contract for verification yesterday, and it was determined... that it was different from the handwriting on the divorce agreement.
Why was that? Could it be that he really mistook the person?
Was this woman really not Rose?
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