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When the celebration ended, Skylar and Yulia decided to stay overnight at the Sue residence to keep
Leon company. Lola went to school the next day, while Yulia went to work.
Upon arriving at the Kareem Fashion’s office building, Skylar said to Yulia, “I’ll be traveling to Troitz
county to settle some business. I’ll return later to pick up Lola from school. If I’m running late, I’ll notify
you so that you may make the necessary arrangements.”
Although Skylar did not disclose the purpose of his trip, she could guess that it was related to
Hellhound. Hence, she decided not to probe further and handed the clothes to Skylar. She said gently,
“All right. Please be careful, and remember that you aren’t alone now. Lola and I will be devastated if
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtanything happens to you.”
Skylar hugged Yulia and assured her, “Don’t worry. I’ll just be going to Troitz county. No one can hurt
me.”
She worriedly inspected her surroundings as he was about to kiss her. When no one was watching, she
planted delicate kisses on his lips. Skylar was content with the sweet moment as he understood her
boundaries. He tasted her sweetness on his lips, then turned and walked away satisfied.
Dianne had been waiting patiently for Skylar in the Jeep parked along the road. Upon learning that the
highway to Troitz county was under repair, Skylar decided to take the high-speed train.
Half an hour later, the duo boarded the train and were on their way to their destination. However,
because the tickets were last-minute purchases, their seats were separated by an aisle.
Moments after the train started moving, Skylar, who was attempting to get some rest, felt a nudge. He
opened his eyes and saw a six or seven-year-old boy kicking his leg with his filthy soccer boots. Every
kick left a distinct dirty footprint on his pants.
The boy seemed to be having a good time as he giggled and admired his “work of art.” A lady in her
thirties sat next to him, and she appeared to be the boy’s mother. Her earbuds were plugged in, and
she seemed indifferent to the boy’s misbehavior.
Skylar decided not to make a fuss because the boy was so young. Hence, he spoke politely, “Shoes
are meant for walking, not kicking. Look at how dirty my pants are.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe boy lifted his brow and looked aside, pretending to be unaware of Skylar’s admonition. The man
wiped his pants and closed his eyes to relax, not wanting to cope with the mischievous youngster any
longer.
After less than a minute of peace, the boy kicked Skylar once again. It was harder this time, maybe as
a form of retaliation against his lectures. Skylar, unable to tolerate the boy’s antics, commanded, “Stop
kicking!”
The boy was shocked by his stern attitude. He wailed, “Mommy! Mommy, he scolded me! He
threatened to hit me!”
The woman took out her earphones and asked worriedly, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
The boy pointed at Skylar and shrieked, “He hit me!”
“How dare a grown-up like you bully a six-year-old boy? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” The woman
was brimming with hostility as she reprimanded Skylar.