Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662 

Mia’s blatant confrontation evoked more questions in Timothy. He was expecting her to feel guilty after he put it explicitly. However, her attitude was free from guilt and nervousness. She only appeared surprised. 

He had faith in his observation skills when it came to reading people’s emotions. Yet, he failed to read anything from her face. 

His heart sank. He instantly nodded. “Yes. Guess there’s no need to keep up with the act 

anymore.” 

Mia sighed upon realizing that she had guessed correctly. She then leaned back in the chair, hand resting on the armrest. 

A knowing smirk touched her lips, and a shift in the atmosphere hinted at a newfound confidence. “Mr. Barrett, with all due respect, your flirting skills are old–fashioned. Even soap operas have moved beyond these tired clichés. What makes you think I’d fall for it?” 

Disappointment gnawed at her. She’d held onto the hope that he was different. Yet, here he was, mirroring the same tired patterns. He was no less different from the men she knew. The only “difference” was his outdated flirting techniques. She could almost laugh–how close she came to falling for them. 

“To be honest, the whole amnesia act feels a little outdated and immature, don’t you think?” 

“Amnesiac? Me?” Mia’s voice squeaked, a mixture of disbelief and indignation. The words wouldn’t form. Speaking to Timothy felt like an insurmountable task. 

She stood up. “Sorry, Mr. Barrett. I don’t think there’s any point in continuing this. My time is valuable.” Her patience had limits. 

After that, she turned and left the restaurant. When she thought about his words again, she 

found them hilarious. 

Mia headed straight to the playground, where Ginger and Caleb were having fun together. 

Ginger didn’t appear to be forced, so Mia let them be. 

Sometimes, stopping children would only serve to fuel their desire for it. Given Ginger’s longing for a fatherly figure, Mia figured she might as well let her enjoy her time with Caleb. 

That way, Ginger would understand that a father figure was unnecessary–not when the father was a bastard. 

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Chapter 661 

Mia couldn’t shake Luna’s comment from earlier. Timothy’s interest in Mia was clear, yet he remained frustratingly out of reach. However, the presence of another woman occupying his heart would explain his reluctance. 

Timothy’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at Mia. “You can take it that way. 

Even after four years had passed, he still couldn’t forget about Mia Bowen. Though she had disappeared without a trace, he held firm to the belief that she was still alive. 

That answer didn’t surprise Mia at all. A smile smeared across her lips. “No wonder you keep rejecting me. You even give up the reishi mushrooms for her. I’m curious. What is she like? What is so good about her that you can’t forget about her?” 

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he wasn’t flustered by her questions at all. “I’ve answered your question. Now, it’s your turn to answer mine.” 

Timothy was too smart to be played around. 

Mia nodded. “Okay. Since when do I know Caleb? I think it’s four years ago when I got pregnant.” 

“Four years ago?” His gaze instantly turned shrewd as though trying to see through her. 

Mia found that strange. “Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. Barrett? Is it unbelievable? Ginger is almost four years old.” 

Timothy looked at her deeply, trying to catch a crack from her expression. 

After all, his questions were straightforward enough. Yet, she appeared so calm and unbothered. 

Could someone change this much within four years? 

Or did he get the wrong person? 

His 

eyes narrowed. “It’s quite unbelievable. So, you’re interested in the woman who resides in my heart?” 

Mia raised her head. “Yes.” 

“She’s my ex–wife.” 

Mia’s hands paused the moment she heard the answer. Her guesses included a girlfriend or a 

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the coffee with a teaspoon. “You’ve been looking for your ex–wife all these 

years? Have you found her?” 

“Not yet, but I can’t say it for sure now.” 

His scorching gaze was trying to see through her soul. 

Mia frowned. The strange feeling churned in her again. 

Previously, the way he looked at her was weird. It was as if he was trying to find a familiar shadow in her. 

Something crossed her mind, and she blurted, “Don’t tell me I look like her.”