My Baby’s Daddy

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Chapter 1000

“Scarlet,” Ren greeted as he undid the buttons of his suit due to the warm temperature in the house. Removing his

outerwear, he revealed the dark–colored vest and white shirt underneath it. They defined his enticing waist line

perfectly whereas the long pants were covering his long and slender legs.

“Have you eaten?” asked Scarlet caringly.

“Yeah.” He seated himself opposite her with a slightly helpless expression. “I‘ve just received news that Richard has

hacked into the dark web and obtained a lot of information. I think he‘s going to take action on his own.”

“What?!” Color drained from her face and her eyes reddened. “He hasn‘t given up, has he?”

“Scarlet, why don‘t we just let him join the mission?”

“Is there any other way to dissuade him?” She still held onto the hope that her son would not join this mission, for

the worry that he might lose his rationality and risk his life just to kill the person whom had murdered his father. It

would put him in danger too.

“There‘s nothing we can do to stop him for now. I‘ve met Old Master Lloyd and he wants Richard to make his own

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decision. He won‘t intervene.”

“He knows Richard best. It‘s useless to stop him.” Scarlet sighed before looking at her brother. “Ren, please help

him.”

Knowing exactly what she meant by that, he nodded. “I‘ll do everything in my power to help him.”

“And one more thing – Richard has a girlfriend. You should transfer him to another department, so he won‘t have

any mission abroad. He can at least stay in the country that way.”

“Leave it to me.” Having said that, he smiled. “He got himself a girlfriend?”

She cast her gaze onto him. “Look. Even Richard is dating. Don‘t you think that you should make some effort? Work

is important and so is marriage.”

“I‘m busy with work. It‘s not the time for that yet.” It was a downright refusal.

“There you go again.” Scarlet then showed him the pictures. “This is her. Isn‘t she pretty?”

He took a closer look at them. “Hmm. She is.”

Suddenly, she thought of something as she announced, “I wanna invite her to the dinner party this Friday.”

Meanwhile, a sleepless Angela was tossing and turning in the quiet bedroom. It was as if the suppressed feelings

she had for Richard were surging in her like a waterfall, pushing her timid heart forward.

Some emotions grew stronger the longer they were smothered; like a fettered beast, they would

pounce out of the cage abruptly once they seized the chance.

Lying in bed, she took her phone and tried to rein back her emotions after which she ended up dialing the man‘s

number.

A couple of seconds later, his husky voice rang into her ear. “Hey.”

The tranquility in her heart rippled. “Are you home yet?”

“Hmm. I just entered my room.”

“Oh. I‘m just asking. I‘m glad that you‘re home now. Bye!” Angela was too shy to talk to him any longer. It was like

she missed speaking to him so much.

“Are you free tomorrow? I‘ll buy you a meal,” Richard inquired in a low voice,

“I gotta go to my mother‘s company for a shareholder meeting. It‘s compulsory for me to join them, but I can dine

out for lunch.”

“Great. I‘ll pick you up in the afternoon.”

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“I‘ll drive myself there. We can‘t let my mother see you.”

“Why? Am I not presentable enough?” He huffed.

She chuckled. “It’s not like that.”

At the thought of her mother‘s comment of him, she was at her wit‘s ends although it was just her mother trying to

comfort Jennifer.

“What are you doing?”

“I‘m in bed and I‘m going to sleep,” she answered honestly.

“Do you miss me?”

“Nope,” denied Angela.

“But I do,” confessed the man suddenly.

“Why?” she questioned back in embarrassment.

“What do you think?” He countered.

“Well, I don‘t know!” She did not answer on purpose, but it was hilarious to her by how the conversation was

revolving around such childish questions.

“I‘m going to shower.” As soon as he blurted those words, the rustling sound of clothes could be heard from the

other side of the line.

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