Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Good Son, Where’s Your Mommy?
Secretary Sullivan thought for a moment, under what circumstances does a best friend not respond to her texts for a few days?
It seems only when she’s on a honeymoon abroad with her boyfriend, in a place with poor signal, does she not respond. She only calls back after the honeymoon when she’s back in the country.
"I get it. It means she’s in a passionate romance, on a honeymoon trip with her boyfriend."
Suddenly, a folder flew over her head from the hand of the president.
Secretary Sullivan was scared to death, but fortunately, she dodged quickly and wasn’t hit.
Secretary Sullivan saw Leon Keane’s increasingly sullen and handsome face, and those murderous sharp eyes, which made her tremble. Did she say something wrong?
Leon Keane took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his chest and said in a deep voice, "I’m asking you, if it was her boyfriend, and he sent her messages for several days, why wouldn’t she respond?"
Secretary Sullivan was terrified of Leon Keane. How could she dare to speak?
She bit her lip and shook her head at Leon Keane, her eyes filled with fear of saying the wrong thing again.
"Are you mute? Can’t you speak?"
"President Kane, I’m not mute; I don’t know."
Secretary Sullivan was on the verge of tears.
Leon Keane frowned; this small secretary was good in every aspect except that she’s too timid, unlike Derrick Stern.
"Tell me, I want you to tell the truth. This time I won’t throw things at you casually." He was just momentarily angry earlier; he didn’t really intend to throw things at her.
"Really?" Secretary Sullivan asked cautiously.
"Yes," Leon Keane said impatiently.
Secretary Sullivan hesitated for a moment and then said quietly, "My best friend usually ignores her boyfriend’s messages for several days when she intends to break up with him because she’s ready to block him."
"Who asked about your best friend? Get out!" Leon Keane shouted at Secretary Sullivan in exasperation.
Secretary Sullivan was so scared her soul practically left her body. Hearing Leon Keane tell her to get out was like being granted amnesty, and she ran out quickly.
"Stupid girl, not half as intelligent as Derrick Stern." Leon Keane picked up his phone and dialed Derrick Stern’s number, only to hear that it was unavailable.
Leon Keane frowned and dialed several more times, but the result was the same.
He angrily threw his phone on the desk, then after a moment, called the HR department via the internal line, instructing the manager to contact Derrick Stern and have him transfer back to his original position at the end of the month.
Leon Keane didn’t work overtime today. After work, he drove to the toy store, bought some toys, and drove straight to Ivana Monroe’s place at "Royal View Bay."
He rang the doorbell.
Ivana was busy in the kitchen when Ian Keane got up to open the door. The moment he opened the security door, little Ian saw his daddy and froze in place.
Leon Keane stuffed the toys in his hands into the little boy’s arms, "Timmy, aren’t you happy to see daddy coming over?"
Leon Keane ruffled the little boy’s hair, his handsome face showing a fatherly, loving smile. Today this son was acting a lot like Ian, even his expressions were the same.
Ian Keane, holding the toys, came back to his senses. His dark eyes lowered slightly, flashing as he said, "Timmy is very happy, daddy, come in!"
Hearing the word "daddy," Leon Keane’s heart instantly bloomed with joy, the arc of his smile on his handsome face increasing, "Good son, where is your mommy?"
Leon Keane searched the living room with his dark eyes, but he couldn’t find Ivana.
Ian’s handsome little face looked towards the kitchen, "Mommy is in the kitchen making dinner."
Leon Keane looked towards the kitchen. At this point, the kitchen’s sliding door was opened, and Ivana, wearing an apron, came out, holding two plates of steaming, fragrant, perfectly cooked steak dinners.
A very heartwarming scene, this was the taste of home.
Leon Keane was captivated. If he could come home after work every day to find a wife in an apron making dinner for their two children, even if it was a simple dinner, the taste would be different coming from the kids’ mommy.
Leon Keane even thought, if one day Ian could be like Timmy and eat the dinner made by his own mommy, would his illness be completely cured?
The beautiful scene didn’t last long.
"You... why are you here?" Ivana’s face was quite bad, and her hands holding the steak were trembling slightly.
"I came to see Timmy and brought him a few toys," Leon Keane spoke lightly, observing Ivana’s tension, frowning. Did she think he was that scary?
Is that why she changed expressions upon seeing him?
Ivana tried to relax her tense heart, trying not to act weird in front of her son. She placed the steak on the dining table, pulled out a chair, and called Timmy over to eat, then spoke to Leon Keane.
"Sorry, I didn’t know President Kane was coming, so I only bought enough ingredients for two people, just me and Timmy. However, there are restaurants outside the community where President Kane can have dinner."
Ian Keane put down the toys and came to Ivana’s side. He had no interest in the toys his father bought, but the steak this woman made was getting more delicious.
Ian picked up the knife and fork Ivana had prepared for him, elegantly cutting into the steak, unbothered about his father.
This woman hadn’t just bought two portions of ingredients; when she took the steak out of the fridge, he saw several portions, plenty of eggs, and there was even spaghetti.
This woman just didn’t want to cook for his daddy.
How could Leon Keane not pick up on the fact that this woman wanted to drive him away?
He got up from the sofa, not leaving, but instead walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and reached over to take Ivana’s portion.
Ivana had just taken a bite of spaghetti when it was snatched away by him, along with her knife and fork.
"I’ve already eaten some of that..."
Ivana watched as Leon Keane used the silver fork to lift a cluster of golden-yellow curls of spaghetti gracefully into his open lips. Her face turned red instantly.
The spaghetti was perfectly elastic and tasted delicious.
Leon Keane nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, better than the restaurant’s."
Ian Keane looked at his father acting shamelessly, taking Ivana’s eaten food, and even he felt a little embarrassed. Luckily, he was currently posing as his brother and witnessing his father’s behavior.
Otherwise, if his father wasn’t ashamed, he would be—and it would be impossible to raise his head in front of this woman if his father ever married her.
Eat, eat; he didn’t know this father.
Ivana couldn’t possibly take back anything Leon Keane had eaten. She could only watch helplessly as he consumed her whole share of dinner.
After finishing, Leon Keane picked up a napkin and wiped his lips before exclaiming to Ivana, "Sorry, the dinner you made was too delicious, I couldn’t help but eat it all."