Joey spoke softly that Victor could barely hear what he said. Yet, Victor was stunned for a moment and loob Joey âWhat did you call me?â Joey came to his senses and his heart jolted. He had called Victor his dad.
When Rachel came out of the dining room, she heard Joeyâs voice. She thought that the boy was not completely awake. But she also heard what Joey called Victor. Her face fell and she didnât even notice that her grip on the water glass tightened. She breathed deeply to calm herself before she spoke to Joey.
âJoey, youâre already awake!â Joey shifted his attention to Rachel. Blinking his eyes, he said, âMommy.â
Rachel instinctively turned her eyes to Victor. She let out a sigh of relief when Victor didnât have any reaction. She walked up to Joey and tousled his hair.
âDid you have a nightmare?â she asked.
Joey had seen a psychologist that afternoon. If he was having nightmares, that might be the effect of the psychotherapy. This worried Rachel.
Joey looked at Rachel, smiled at her, and then shook his head. He didnât have a nightmare.
Conversely, he had a good sleep. But he was awakened by Katie who had jumped on his bed and rubbed herself against him, waking him up. Now that Joey had woken up, he wanted to stay with his mother. He spread out his arms to hug Rachel.
Rachel was relieved that Joey wasnât awakened by a nightmare.
All this time, Victor was watching the two of them. His eyes darkened. No one knew what he was thinking about. The phone in Victorâs hand vibrated. He looked at it and saw more than a dozen message notifications from Carson. It seemed that Carson was worried about Victor.
âWhatâs up?â It was the first message.
Since Victor didnât promptly reply, Carson sent another message. âAre you okay? What happened to you?â
âHey, why arenât you replying? Are you still my good friend? Your phone has been stolen?â
âWhy did you ask me to look into Ameer? Has Rachel fallen in love with another man? Is the man Ameer?â
Carsonâs questions got to be more probing. âIf my memory serves me right, Rachel is two years older than Ameer, right? Is she now a cradle-snatcher?â
Carson became annoying. âAmeer is indeed young. Twenty-four years old. Young, handsome, talented, gentle. Women like a man of his kind.â
Carson then shifted to being anxious. âWhy arenât you saying anything? Victor?â
The tone of Carsonâs messages became pensive. âLook, I know you are older than Ameer, but donât be sad. Young men and older men have their advantages! At thirty years old, you are more mature and steady. This alone makes you better than those young men, okay? And you are the CEO of the Sullivan Group. Many women want to marry you.â
Tired of typing, Carson took a sip of water as looked at the messages he sent that still awaited response from Victor. Carson could only shake his head. It was the first time that he had seen the arrogant Victor, whom he had known for so long, feel inferior because of a man six years younger than him. For Carson, this was so bizarre!
After drinking the water, Carson continued to type on the mobile phone keyboard enthusiastically. After he had sent his message, a red exclamation mark appeared on the screen.
A prompt then popped up and below it was written, âSorry, you are not friends.â
Carson was aghast! In the Sue Garden Lukas entered the room and informed Victor, âMr. Sullivan, the driver is waiting outside.â
âOkayâ
As Victor turned around to leave, his phone vibrated again. It was a call from Carson. He didnât want to accept the call so he blacklisted Carsonâs phone number.He put the phone in his pocket and started to walk away.
Holding Rachelâs hand, Joey looked at Victorâs back. A memory came back to Joey. It was of Victor holding him and they were looking around the snack street. Before Joey knew it, he had already called Victor.
âMr. Sullivan.â Victor stopped in his tracts, turned around, and looked at Joey.
âAre you going out?â Joey asked, raising his eyes to meet Victorâs gaze.
âYes.â Joey pursed his lips.
After a momentâs hesitation, he asked in a soft voice, âWill you come back tonight?â
When they came back, Joey could feel that Victor was carrying him in his arms, which gave him a different feeling He didnât feel comfortable with Victorâs bad posture. Yet, he felt relaxed, more like reassured, as he felt protected in Victorâs arms.
It was because of this feeling that he slept well. Now that Victor was leaving, Joey was somehow reluctant to let him go. Victor glanced at Rachel, but he didnât say anything. Rachel could not look at Victor. She was holding Joeyâs hand tightly, knowing more or less what was on her sonâs mind.
âJoey, itâs very late. Mr. Sullivan needs to go back and have a rest.â With those words, Rachel had drawn a clear line between her and Victor.
âBut his apartment was burned. Where is he going to have a rest?â Joey interjected.
Rachel was stumped by her sonâs question. She didnât know how to answer Joey. How could she have forgotten that Victorâs apartment was burned? Joey was thinking differently. He raised his head and winked at his mother.
âMommy, let Mr. Sullivan sleep here tonight, okay? The Gentlefolk caught fire, and Mr. Sullivan is homeless now. He is a little poor.â
âPoor?â How could Victor be poor? But Rachel couldnât find her voice to say what she wanted to say.
Joey continued with his incessant talk.
âTwo days ago, I saw the news that an old manâs house collapsed because of a mudflow. The old man had no place to go so he slept with a quilt on the roadside. Mr. Sullivanâs place was burned. He had nowhere to go. He will have to sleep on the road tonight.â The more Joey talked, the more ridiculous his words became.
âJoey, where did you see the news?â True, Victorâs apartment was destroyed by fire. But that was just one of his apartments. As the CEO of the Sullivan Group, he had several apartments. How could he be homeless?
âMommy, can you let Mr. Sullivan stay here tonight? And as you said, itâs late now,â Joey said, acting like a spoiled child. Instead of answering Rachelâs question, he threw himself into her arms.
Rachel looked at Joey and pursed her lips. She didnât want to give in to his request. But she also knew why Joey was begging her to acquiesce to his request.
âLetâs go upstairs. Iâll help you take a shower,â Rachel said instead and then picked Joey up. She tried to skirt around Joeyâs plea.
But the little boy was persistent. He wrapped his arms around Rachelâs neck and said, âMommy, please. â
âOkay, okay.â Rachelâs voice was barely audible but Joey heard her answer all right. His eyes immediately lit up, Looking at Joeyâs smiling face, Rachel didnât know how she would feel.
âJust for one night,â Rachel pointed out.
Joey nodded. With his arms around Rachelâs neck, he rested his chin on her shoulder. Looking at Victor, Joey blinked his eyes and stuck out his tongue at him.