Michele found Lucas was glancing at her. He looked thoughtfully, but he was not that indifferent as
before. However, he stared at her like a fox, causing her to be a little nervous. Finally, Michele worked
up the courage and asked, "Why looking at me?"
"Do you know how to play computer games?"
Lucas didn't know what was going on, but he actually felt that this little girl in front of him should be the
same as him.
Perhaps hackers were very sensitive to their companions, and there weren't many people who were so
fast with their hands. Moreover, he had noticed a small habit of Michele just now, and he always felt
that he had seen it somewhere before.
Michele quickly withdrew her eyes and said, "No."
However, her heart was beating faster.
Why was Lucas so sharp-eyed?
She absolutely couldn't let anyone know that she was a hacker, or else she would bring bad things to
Mommy.
Lucas did not force her to admit it, but his attitude was much better than before.
"Double row?"
"Alright."
Michele only hoped that Lucas would quickly move past this topic, as for what to do, it didn't matter.
Sure enough, Lucas did not say anything, but started playing with Michele.
Femando knew Lucas' strength well, so when he saw that Michele could actually keep up with Lucas,
he was no longer calm.
Were all the children so awesome now?
She was more excellent and competent than him.
Lucas naturally noticed Michele's results, but since he had guessed something, there was no need to
ask.
Femando was a little dumbfounded when they finished the match, and both Lucas and Michele got
good results.
After playing a game, Lucas already understood Michele's hand speed and habits. He quit the game,
which made Michele slightly stunned.
"You're not playing anymore? Is it because I'm not playing well?"
"That's not true. It's just a game. Just relax. There's no need to be obsessed."
Lucas said indifferently, but it made Michele slightly stunned, and then she had some respect for him.
At such a young age, he demonstrated great self-control.
Lucas looked at Michele and frowned slightly.
"How old are you?"
"Seven years old."
"Too short."
Lucas was a little disdainful.
Zoe was also seven years old, she was even a head taller than her. How did this girl grow?
However, thinking that she was the daughter of Morty, Lucas could not help but say, "From tomorrow
onwards, go jogging with me to strengthen your body."
Michele was stunned for a moment, but she still nodded.
Go jogging with a handsome guy?
It seems good.
However, Michele immediately thought of a question.
"Do you live with your daddy?"
"Yes."
Lucas replied indifferently.
Michele immediately revealed a kind of envy. She looked at Femando beside her and moved her body
towards Lucas.
Lucas frowned slightly and subconsciously wanted to leave. He did not like to get too close to girls.
Other than Zoe, there seemed to be no one else.
Something's wrong.
There was one!
Lucas' expression darkened when he thought of the arrogant girl who was so bold as to even look at
his penis.
That was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered.
Michele had been tactful all these years. She originally wanted to approach Lucas to ask if Morty was
good to get along with, but she did not expect Lucas' face to suddenly darken. The aura around his
body also changed, causing Michele to freeze in fear.
"What's the matter?"
Hearing the soft voice, Lucas finally reacted. Looking at the girl in front of him, he hurriedly said,
"Nothing. I remember a nasty person."
"Nasty? Is that me?"
From the moment Michele remembered, it seemed that no one liked her except Mommy, and Dylan
hated her even more. Now that she heard Lucas' words, she couldn't help but lower her head and
quietly moved a little.
Although it was just a few small movements, Lucas felt a little guilty.
"Not you. Do you want to eat macarons? I'll buy some for you."
Lucas couldn't think of any other way to make a girl not angry. He could only think that every time Zoe
was angry, she would eat and eat. Michele was also a girl. Wasn't that right?
Michele immediately raised her head, and a glint flashing through her eyes.
Macarons?
It seemed delicious, but unfortunately, she had eaten very little since childhood.
"Your treat?"
"Yes."
Lucas nodded.
Michele was a little conflicted.
She was not a girl who asked for other people's food casually, but she really wanted to have a taste.
Lucas did not know what she was thinking. He directly pulled her hand and said, "Let's go. There is
someone selling them across the street. Let's go buy them together."
Michele was stunned for a moment, then she looked at Femando.
Femando wanted to pretend that he couldn't see it. It was good for these two kids to be together. He
didn't want to be the third wheel. However, his duty was to protect them. When he saw Lucas' gaze
sweeping over, Femando found that his cold gaze was exactly the same as Samuel's.
"Go, go. He's rich. Isn't it just a bunch of macarons? You can also treat him to something else later."
Femando could understand Michele's thoughts. She had lived in a different environment since
childhood, and even if she wanted to have a taste, she didn't want to owe others a favor.
Hearing Femando's words, Michele immediately turned happy.
"Alright."
However, Lucas frowned and said, "I'm not used to being treated by girls."
Michele paused again.
This little friend didn't seem to be easy to get along with.
Femando supported his forehead. With Lucas' temperament, would he be able to find a wife in the
future?
"Habits can be changed."
Femando persuaded.
Lucas glanced at him and said indifferently, "That's called living by a woman. However, if you want to
do that, I won't stop him."
With that, Lucas pulled Michele out of the car.
Femando felt not good.
What did this little guy mean?
He said he had lived by a woman?
Which woman?
This little guy was not cute at all, just like Samuel.
Lucas brought Michele out of the car and went to the shop across the street to buy macarons.
Michele had always been timid. In the past, she had always looked at the shop and ran away. She
never expected that she would actually come in today.
The sweet taste was really good.
Seeing that Michele was so happy, Lucas couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Sir, two bunches of macarons."
"Alright."
Lucas paid and found Michele didn't start tasting the macarons. He asked, "Don't you like them?"
"I like it, but I want to leave it to Mommy."
Michele's words made Lucas suddenly stunned, and then he said, "We can buy another bunch for your
mommy."
"No, thank you. You have already treated me. I can't let you buy another bunch for my mommy. I'll treat
you to something else another day."
Michele smiled brightly.
Lucas suddenly felt warm but distressed. He couldn't help but think of Zoe. At that time, she was still in
the hospital, but every time she had some delicious food, she would first ask him if he wanted to have a
taste. Although she usually took all those food, that feeling was warm.
Girls who cared about others were lovely, weren't they?
Lucas' gaze softened a lot.
"Then hurry up and go back. It's gonna melt. It won't taste good after melting."
"Alright."
They happily returned to the villa and were stopped by Femando just as they were about to enter.
"Sweeties, can we go in later? They haven't seen each other for eight years. They have a lot to say.
You guys..."
"I want to give Mommy the macarons."
Michele was a little persistent, especially when Lucas said that it would melt in a while, she was in a
hurry.
Femando was somewhat embarrassed by Michele's words.
Lucas glanced at him directly and led Michele to the side.
When Femando wanted to stop him, Lucas and Michele had already opened the door and entered.
Femando felt his mind buzzing.
Lucas was so bold.
Morty had a lot to say to Molly, and even wanted to hold her in his arms. However, the inexplicable
sense of distance and strangeness made them speechless, and for a moment, they did not move at all.
When Molly saw Morty, she was not calm.
After eight years, this man became more and more calm and charming. He was the focus of everyone's
attention. However, she was emaciated and had lost her previous elegance. Moreover, she was now a
married woman, and there was a huge gap between her and Morty.
Eight years of time would change some things. She used to be very confident, but now she's self-
abased.
Molly hurriedly lowered her head, restrained her emotions, and said, "I'll go get you a glass of water."
"Alright."
Morty didn't dare to put too much pressure on her, and he only wanted her to be with him.
Hearing Molly's words, his heart almost broke. He hurriedly came over, but he was afraid that his
excitement would frighten her.
Now, as long as she could accept him and stay by his side, he would mind nothing.
He was no longer a seventeen-or eighteen-year-old boy. The things and people he wanted would be
obtained no matter what happened. But he didn't want to scare Molly now.
Molly poured a glass of water for Morty and they sat down. Molly did not know what to say. Basically,
Morty already knew all the things, so it would be useless for her to say it again. But without saying this,
Molly did not know what to say.
They hadn't seen each other for eight years. Their social circles were different, and they had lost their
common topic. Although there were still feelings, those feelings had been dispersed by all sorts of
things, so they couldn't be gathered together anymore.
Morty had drunk a glass of water. Molly hadn't thought of what to say to Morty, but she felt very
awkward, as if it was at her young age.
"You're a lot haggard."
Morty actually didn't want to say this, but for some reason, he spoke it out. He was so angry that he
almost slapped himself.
Molly was slightly stunned, and a trace of sadness flashed through her eyes.
Sure enough, she was disliked.
That's right. It had been eight years. What kind of woman didn't he met? She had already grown old,
hadn't she?
"No, that's not what I meant. I..."
"You don't need to say anything, I understand."
Molly hurriedly interrupted Morty, afraid that she would hear something that would break her heart. At
this moment, Lucas brought Michele in.
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