What Dylan Did to Selene
Isla rolled her eyes.
She suddenly remembered that not long ago her mother asked her to play games with her little friends. Afraid of disturbing her mother's personal affairs, she quickly pulled Wilson's hand and walked away.
Wilson was tall and strong, yet he was now pulled away by a four-year-old little girl. His long legs looked stiff as he moved.
Isla dragged him all the way out of the hospital building.
The sunshine outside was less scorching than just now. It made people feel warm and comfortable
However, Wilson's face seemed to have been covered with a layer of frost.
Near the flower bed, there were a number of brown wooden benches. The laughter of children catching butterflies could be heard from not far away.
A man and a little girl walked over and sat on one of the benches.
Wilson bent his knees slightly and his back was arched forward. He was silent in an
almost frightening manner.
The little girl was sitting next to him, while her two short legs hanging in the air. She imitated his posture to have her back arched forward. One of her chubby little hands was holding her cheek, and she was unusually quiet.
Isla suddenly sighed.
She tilted her head to the right side and said with a serious face, "Domineering CEO, what do you think of the handsome guy just now?"
Wilson made a fist.
What he had just seen in the corridor was still lingering around in his mind.
As the two of them were still distant from Tina and Dylan, Wilson couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, but he could still see the two of them hugging each other tightly, and see their reddened crying eyes and tears rolling down their faces.
He suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarrete.
But as Isla was sitting next to him, Wilson held back his eagerness.
Wilson was unwilling to answer her directly. He just said perfunctorily, "What do you think of that guy, Isla?"
"He's still okay, but not as good as you!" Isla smiled shyly.
Then, she leaned toward him and added mysteriously, "I have met him before. He is a famous pianist, and his nickname is Piano Prince, and... He seems to be my Mom's exboyfriend, and he is likely to become my Dad in the future!"
Hearing the latter part of Isla's words, Wilson's pupils suddenly contracted.
He asked, "Who told you that?"
Isla covered her mouth with her small hands. "I overheard it when Mom was chatting with Auntie Malee last night!"
Not long after she fell asleep last night, Isla suddenly felt she wanted to pee.
When she woke up, she happened to hear that Tina and Malee were chatting. Isla was still in a daze at that time. She could only hear someone mentioning that "Isla needs a father".
Isla sighed again, "Hey... Domineering CEO... To tell you the truth, I am not ready to have that uncle as my Daddy yet! But if he is good to my Mom, and Mom also likes him, I will be willing to accept him as my Daddy! I want my Mom to be happy!"
Wilson's thin lips tightened.
The expression on his face suddenly calm down, yet mixed emotions were still billowing in his heart.
He felt that the muscles all over his body seemed to be contracting drastically and
might explode at any time.
Isla knew how to observe other people’s speech and expression.
Previously, she had been reflecting upon her own things and didn’t pay much attention to Wilson's response. At this time, she seemed to have felt the change in his mood. She asked him in a childish voice, "Domineering CEO, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine!" Wilson replied.
He stood up, but the gloominess which hung around him couldn't be denied.
Wilson made a phone call to Terry, who had already left, and asked him to drive the car back.
Hearing this, Isla jumped off the chair in a hurry. "Domineering CEO, why don't you go up and say 'hello' to my Mom?"
Wilson answered in a low voice, "I'm sorry, but I have something else to deal with!"
Although Isla was reluctant to part with her dear CEO, she knew that he was busy with his work, and therefore she nodded sensibly.
Twenty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce arrived.
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