Chapter 153: Chapter 153
A gentle knock at the door brought Landon Lawson’s thoughts back to the present.
"Young master, may I come in?" The old butler’s voice sounded from outside the door, and Landon replied with a hum.
The old butler entered with a bowl of ginseng soup, glancing at the scattered cell phone components on the floor, his pupils shrinking in surprise. It was indeed the first time he had seen Landon lose his temper so severely, to the point of smashing his phone.
Landon was known for being the best at controlling his temper, and such things never happened to him. Today was indeed peculiar, but the old butler was not worried; instead, his eyes held a hint of amusement.
He placed the ginseng soup on the table and picked up the phone pieces with a smile, saying, "Ever since you became sensible, I’ve never seen you this angry before."
The old butler had watched Landon grow up. Although their relationship was that of master and servant, Landon never treated him as a servant, instead considering him family.
Landon’s brow furrowed; the old butler knew his temper well, having long been accustomed to his reticence. Since Old Mr. Lawson passed away, Landon had treated the butler as his grandfather, always being polite to him.
The old butler placed the dismantled phone on Landon’s desk, his eyes smiling, "Actually, seeing you makes me quite happy."
Landon paused, wondering why the butler would be happy about his anger.
Seeing Landon’s confusion, the butler slowly began to explain, "From a young age, you’ve been disturbingly calm and controlled. Other children would cry and fuss, but you never did. Outsiders praised your composure, but both the old master and I wanted to see your more unrestrained side."
After speaking, the old butler left the study room, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. He was quite curious about who had managed to provoke the usually composed Landon into such a state—a person of considerable capability indeed.
Wondering, who could have subdued Landon.
It would be nice if it were a woman.
As the old butler’s steps paused, an image suddenly appeared in his mind.
The child who had visited the house before was Landon’s and Sienna Quinn’s offspring. That was also the first time he had seen Sienna in five years.
She had become much more confident compared to before, even when speaking with Landon, she was firmer and more assured. Her demeanor always seemed to dominate when she spoke to Landon, so could the person who angered him today be Sienna?
Thinking of Sienna, the corner of the old butler’s mouth lifted slightly. If it truly was Sienna, then it was indeed a fateful romance.
Even if delayed by five years, they were destined to meet again in the end.
Evan Quinn pouted in confusion, his long eyelashes fluttering with each breath as he scratched his head, puzzled. Had he said something wrong? Why hadn’t Landon reached out to him again? For more chapters visit Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
Ultimately, he was just a child, unknowingly falling asleep.
A ray of sunlight spilled onto the bed as Landon got up and headed to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt his recently grown stubble, noting how much it had grown overnight, adding a touch of maturity.
If Landon was a typical "wolfdog," now he seemed to exude a hint of mature charm, proving to be a lady killer.
After washing his face and shaving, he styled his hair gently with a blow dryer, picking a casual outfit from the wardrobe. He changed his usual habit of wearing dress shoes, opting instead for comfortable sneakers.
Landon rarely wore such clothes, being used to a more serious demeanor. Momentarily, he felt a bit uncomfortable looking at himself in the mirror. This outfit was actually bought specially by Nolan Shaw yesterday.
He planned to take Ethan Lawson and Sienna Quinn out for a good day, timed it just right, and then left the house.
Despite Sienna’s reluctance to meet with Landon, she naturally couldn’t oppose Evan’s wishes. She put on some light makeup, dressed comfortably, and descended the stairs with Evan.
Landon leaned against the car door, sunlight casting a faint golden glow over his figure. He was already handsome and dashing, but standing by the car with his long legs made him especially eye-catching, holding a bouquet of Sienna’s favorite baby’s breath.
At this moment, Landon was particularly striking. Yet, his icy gaze scared off many, those who wanted to approach him were deterred by his cold eyes.
Seeing Landon, Evan hurriedly ran over to him, throwing himself into Landon’s arms. In a voice only the two of them could hear, Evan said, "Wow, you even knew to buy baby’s breath! I thought you wouldn’t buy them." Evan recalled Landon’s objections to Felix Orwell’s advice to Evan the night before, thinking he wouldn’t buy them.
Watching Evan’s behavior, Landon’s mouth twitched. The allure of an irresistible truth was indeed uncanny. Although he had decided against buying the baby’s breath the previous day, passing by flower shops, he couldn’t resist.
No matter the occasionally dropped hints from Felix Orwell, as long as it was useful to Sienna, that was all that mattered.
With one hand holding Evan, Landon carried the baby’s breath in the other, slowly approaching Sienna. All around, people gazed at Sienna in unison, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. Moments ago, they had been wondering what kind of person could make such a handsome man wait here.
Looking at Sienna’s exquisite face, they finally understood why he was here for such a person.
These two were indeed a perfect match, a pair made in heaven in anyone’s eyes.
Sienna stood there in a daze, looking at the flowers in Landon’s hand and the moment he held Evan. Everything seemed so natural, the scene was vivid. Evan running toward him felt familiar, a sensation ingrained in her bones; Sienna suddenly felt a pang of disorientation, was she being unfair to Evan? Because of her, he never had a father from a young age, and now that he finally knew who his real father was, he was filled with longing.
Although they had only recently met, Evan’s excitement in running toward Landon was palpable. In Sienna’s mind, she feared she had stifled everything Evan should have had.
Moreover, this large and small figure with hands full of flowers, standing there harmoniously, painted such a warm picture that her heart trembled violently.
Originally, their small family of three could have been as harmonious as they appeared now.
Seeing Sienna standing dumbly there, Evan, still in Landon’s arms, cheerfully called out, "Mommy, why are you still standing there? Hurry over!"
Awakened by Chloe’s voice, Sienna trembled slightly as she returned to her senses, looking at the man just steps away from her. The man’s cold, frosty face seemed to have softened with a hint of a smile, appearing exceptionally gentle.