Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Alexa stood up. "Ray? Why are you here?"

"I'm free to go anywhere, this is a public place."

"Oh," she didn't respond seriously, she focused on the white hat the man was wearing. "Are you alone?"

Ray realized when suddenly her hands hid the little boy behind her body. He didn't know what that means. "I'm alone. I'm buying a hamburger."

"This place doesn't sell hamburgers."

"Yeah, I bought it at the junk food shop next door." Ray shrugged. Sensing her strange attitude, but didn't comment. "I saw him almost pinned against the door, so I brought him in."

Alexa's eyes blinked. "Fillo, were you stuck in the door? Where is the wound?"

"Almost," Ray corrected her.

But she didn't seem to hear, she turned Fillo's tiny body away from Ray, then examined his entire body.

"I'm lost," Fillo answered innocently.

"Oh, poor boy." Alexa kissed his cheek. "Have you thanked your helpful uncle?"

The little boy nodded. She just realized that there was a new toy in his hand.

"Ah, I'll pay for that." Ray explained. "Fillo, give me the toy."

"You bought yourself a toy?" She asked, somewhat dazed.

"What do you mean? I bought this for your son. Right, Fillo?"

Fillo nodded enthusiastically.

This toy is the one that Fillo wanted. Alexa gaped. "Wait a minute. Fillo, give this back. You can't accept things from strangers."

When Fillo showed a disappointed face, she knew that the little boy felt hurt. She just didn't want her child to be involved with Ray, that's not her goal, she didn't want them to be close before the time comes—the time when she succeeds in destroying Ray.

"Oops, sorry, you seem to have misunderstood." Ray raised his hands in surrender. "I don't mean it in a bad way. I won't pay for the toy, but could you pay for it for him? He really likes the toy."

Alexa only glanced at Ray briefly and ignored the man as if he didn't exist.

"You want this toy? Why don't you tell Mom?"

Fillo nodded, but when he saw his mother face, he immediately shook his head.

"So do you want this or not?" Alexa tried hard not to raise her voice, she knew that Fillo want that toy, but she wanted to hear it straight from his mouth.

Unfortunately this time Fillo didn't answer and just looked down.

Their mother and son relationship was going like a snail, but she didn't expect that Fillo would think about asking someone else for a toy.

Moreover, Ray.

Annoyed, she headed to the cashier and paid for the expensive toy. Just as she was about to take out the money, Ray had already given the cashier a card.

"Don't buy something under pressure. This toy will accompany him to play later, why are you giving it away in anger?" scolded the man.

"I don't—"

"I knew you didn't like me from the first time we met," Ray interrupted with a topic that had strayed far away. "But I don't have any bad intentions, okay?"

The toy was finished being wrapped and Ray took it while thanking the cashier. While she was dazed from his words, he had squatted in front of Fillo to hand over the toy.

"I paid it. Are you happy, Peanut?"

"Peanut?" Fillo tilted his head.

"You're small like a peanut, also cute and tiny. Mind if I call you Peanut?"

Fillo shook his head quickly. Ray's big hand cupped his head to stop him. The little boy looked at him with eyes that glittered like the surface of the sea. Very pure and innocent.

Ray was stunned for a moment.

"You have beautiful eyes, in the future you will definitely be able to date many women."

Fillo's head tilted to the right. "What is 'date'?"

Ray's laughter burst out with a crisp sound.

Alexa's legs moved uncomfortably with the conversation, or when they were so intimately talking like old friends. She couldn't take this any longer. Her lips were bitten so hard to hold back her nervousness, that they almost broke.

What kind of situation is this exactly?

God!

"Um. Thank you, Ray, for finding my son, " Finally she pulled Fillo's hand behind her body again. "Fillo, have you thanked Uncle Ray?"

"Thank you, Uncle Ray."

"You're welcome." Ray stood up to look at her scattered shopping items. "Are you finished shopping? I can take you home."

"We didn't go home straight away. There are still other needs," she said.

"Oh, sure. Then I'll go first."

"Your hamburger has been waiting for a long time," she answered, not looking at Ray for long.

The man was wearing casual clothes consisting of a white T-shirt and khaki pants. Apart from that, the white hat is also very fitting, giving a youthful impression to his face. Looks like a teenager. The man was so good-looking. His face was stern as usual, but on the contrary, his speech was much better and less harsh.

And funny.

The next second she realized that he was still there. "Why are you—"

Her words was cut off when she caught two of her son's small fingers pinching part of the fabric of his pants. "Uncle, don't go."

Both adults blinked.

"Can you come eat ice cream with me?"

Ray had expected that Fillo's voice would be very melodious when he kept talking, so he nodded. "But I don't have an ice cream."

"I'll share mine."

Ray looked at Alexa innocently.

Under the gaze of those gloomy dark blue eyes, she felt helpless, she looked at the clock to divert her thoughts. Then the two of them decided to obey Fillo's wishes and go to the park. To a layman's eye, they definitely look like a harmonious family couple. Spending the afternoon in a cool park sounds very comfortable for the family.

"Oh, is that peanut flavor?" Ray glanced at the ice cream wrapper that Fillo was holding out. "But I don't eat peanut."

Alexa didn't really care about this rich man's picky appetite, it was truly unmanly. Who cares whether he eats peanut or not? No one wants to hear his opinion.

"Instead, can I just have the strawberry one?"

"Why are you so picky about food?" Alexa grabbed Fillo's hand, which was still holding out the ice cream to Ray.

"Well, I'm ok with anything as long as it's not peanuts."

"You don't like it?"

Ray answered, "I think I ate peanuts as a kid, but as an adult I don't eat them anymore."

Alexa looked at him while opening the remaining half of her ice cream plastic. The strawberry flavor one. Even though she was curious about the meaning of his story just now, she refrained from asking. "Then take mine."

He happily put the ice cream in his mouth. Because of the large shape of his mouth, he managed to bite half of the ice cream in. He swallowed the ice cream without bothering to taste it, a cold feeling immediately spreading to his chest and stomach. In two bites, one stick was gone.

His stomach suddenly growled. He remembered the hamburgers and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Want to eat together? You choose the restaurant this time." He threw his ice cream stick in the trash, looked at the watch on his hand. "There's still an hour before evening. How about it?"

... to be continued ...