Chapter 16: Chapter 16

"Have you ever met a woman who was sensitive and fierce, sometimes talkative, and also had a sharp mouth? She was also sensitive and could never see a man's intentions well—like always looking at them badly. Is that really just because of trauma?"

While saying this, Ray's eyes focused on his tablet screen. Not to see a graph of stock increases, but rather the face of a little boy drawing on paper.

The little boy had brown hair, seemed busy in the world he had created for himself when a camera shot managed to capture his blue eyes.

——Like his eyes.

He didn't think about how many coincidences there were in this world, only that he couldn't ignore this little boy.

This kid looked too much like him, so he hired an informant to get some photos of him.

"Are you asking me?" The other party who was in the same room as him stopped writing the monthly report. "Oh, sorry. I think my ears are having problems. Too many reports to do, and yeah—Big Boss here is busy playing games on his work tablet."

"I told you to leave it, Sam." Ray grumbled. "And I don't play games."

His secretary, Samuel Fedyk, didn't believe it. "You're looking at your pad with interest like a teenage boy addicted to games! So? If it's not a game, is it a blue film?"

Ray looked at Samuel, who suddenly lit up for some reason with annoyed eyes. Samuel snatched the tablet from his hand in an instant.

"Hell! For fuck's sake, this is a baby photo! You can't be a pedophile, right? What should I say to Hailey?"

Ray easily took his tab again. "Don't talk nonsense."

"Seriously, Bud! If this isn't pedophilia, then what is it?"

"..."

"Hold on."

As if a force had affected Samuel's head, he, who was initially sitting at the table in oblivion, immediately moved behind Ray's shoulder.

“Let me see the baby's face again,” he said, glancing at the screen. His gaze was very serious as if he was paying attention to a work report. "Impossible! Ray, say this is impossible! These eyes, nose and face, don't they look a lot like you? Is he your son or what? Which woman did you sleep with behind Hailey, huh?"

Eyes, nose and face ....

Ray clicked his tongue. "I told you don't say nonsense. This is my ... friend's son."

"Your friend or mistress? Poor Hailey." Samuel sighed. "Even for a woman as hot as her, a man still dares to cheat. The world has gone crazy."

Ray's head became dizzy hearing his ramblings.

The tablet screen that was on was immediately turned off, the object was placed in the innermost drawer.

Then, even though Ray didn't respond to Samuel who continued to speak at length while eloquently lecturing him, his mind began to think the same thing. This little boy, Fillo, looks a lot like him. Even if it was just a coincidence, almost more than fifty percent of the similarity was there. At first he didn't really care, but after he thought about it, it was quite unreasonable.

"... and you also talked about other women, asking if there were any sensitive and fierce women! Do you really intend to dump Hailey?"

Ray, "..."

His shoulder was suddenly crushed by a huge force. "Ray, buddy, be honest with me! The little tiny boy is probably five years old—"

"Four," Ray interrupted him.

"Oh, yes, four years old—which means he was born before you were officially engaged to Hailey in Canada. Did you get another woman pregnant during that time? That sensitive and fierce person?"

"Talking to you really makes my head hurt even more. I'm leaving." Ray pushed Samuel's hand away and got up easily.

"Could it be that your brain will be broke soon?" Samuel joked.

Hearing this, Ray just waved his hand and walked out the door nonchalantly. He even still heard Samuel shouting, reminding him of the work he had once again abandoned. He only hoped that he was deaf with all his heart to hear his bourgeois friend, who is also his secretary, get angry after this.

As well as deafening the ears from the noise of the world.

Then what?

Ray, who was 'idle', just walked aimlessly, until he took him to the smoking area. He always had a spare cigarette in his pocket, but had not smoked one for health reasons in a long time. In the past, he was a heavy cigarette addict, who could even consume three packs in one day.

Now that his lungs were damaged, even if he just inhaled cigarette smoke from a distance, he might be short of breath.

But this place was the only place that calmed his mind, he had a private place that had been reserved especially for him.

A few moments later, he sat on the veranda which faced directly into the garden behind the office, he remained there until office hours ended. After thinking too hard about Alexa, he really couldn't sleep. He wondered why the image of her couldn't disappear from his mind. Even after swallowing two sleeping pills every three hours, he still woke up with panda eyes the next morning.

Shit!

Deliberately, he left his work to his secretary again this time and skipped work. It didn't matter if he would receive Samuel's scolding again.

In his entire life, this was the first time he neglected to work and left many complaints in his heart. Without realizing it, he took his car out of the garage—not to go to the office or the nightclub ...

... Instead, he visited the house of a widow with one kid, the door of which was now wide open and the owner was in front of it.

He got out of the car, showing his true appearance for the first time in front of a woman.

“You …” Alexa looked surprised, a hint of reluctance in her voice, “What are you doing here?”

Maybe he looked like a suspicious guy for just standing next to his car and paying attention to a certain house. He cleared his throat.

"Hi. I just finished jogging around here and happened to pass by your house." He gave an excuse.

Alexa didn't realize that her eyebrows had risen so high. "Jogging? At ten in the morning?"

"Actually it's six, but then I circle around a little longer."

"In clothes like that?"

The clothes he wore were a white shirt paired with soft red silk sleep pants. It looked a bit out of place. With a clash of clothes like this, how did he still have any face?

But Ray is a handsome man. It's said that a handsome man can wear anything, so he answered with great confidence, "Yeah, is there something wrong with the way I dress?"

"Nothing wrong, just feel like your brain is a little not right." She quietly covered her mouth to snort.

"Are you laughing at me?"

She pouted. "How could I laugh at someone who jogs at ten in the morning in strange clothes like that? Moreover, he is a filthy rich man who owns a famous nightclub. I could be cursed by everyone. Ok, now you have passed my house, so please leave."

She had not even taken a step, but her arm was already grasped by a large warm and strong hand.

For a moment she was confused, then withdrew her arm as if she had just touched a burning fire. "What are you doing?"

Ray had almost forgotten that Alexa was traumatized, so maybe she didn't like receiving a lot of physical touch either.

"I'm sorry. I just ..." He was silent for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach. His face turned pale in an instant. "Can I have a drink of water?"

Alexa, "..."

Ray, "And maybe I'll bother you with some things too."

Alexa didn't understand why this fine morning she had been so unlucky.

... to be continued ...