Jordan spread out his arms and leaned against the sofa, "You can do whatever you like."
This sounded too good to be true. He was acting like a completely different person.
Nevertheless, Jordan's mood was prone to change at any time. Thus, before he changed his mind, I had to make good use of this opportunity.
"Okay," I kept the car key and took the mobile phone and bank card on the table while making an even more unscrupulous request, "Help me fetch Wynn over then. I miss him. Just Wynn will do. You two are more familiar with each other."
After that, I took my things and headed upstairs. When I reached the stairs, I turned my head and added, "Go now. I want to have dinner with Wynn."
"Sure," Jordan agreed. Before I could even reach the second floor, he had already gone out.
About half an hour later, the phone that Jordan gave me rang. It was Aaron who called to verify if I had asked Jordan to take Wynn. Following my confirmation, he hung up.
An hour passed and I finally got to meet Wynn.
After finishing dinner, I brought Wynn back to my room and left Jordan outside, using spending quality time with family as an excuse.
As soon as I closed the door, the calm and gentle facade that I held in front of Jordan vanished at once.
Looking down at Wynn and the microcomputer in his hands, I took him to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I squatted down and asked earnestly, "Baby, tell me, how far have you gone in learning computer science? Can you check if there are any hidden microphones nearby?"
"Mom, are you saying that someone is eavesdropping on our conversation?" Wynn was confused.
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