A Pigeon Pair: Sweetheart, Let's Get Married

Chapter 18 Enemies Were Bound to Meet

Edmond vaulted off the chair.

Candy was still in Maverick's arms.

She realized that the boy was a little different from what she had remembered.

The other day, he was aloof and cold, just like her father she saw on TV.

But today he seemed to be very cheerful.

He was smiling at her father. Did it mean he liked him?

Candy pouted. She was still an innocent child. All she knew was that even if her father belonged to her

for now, he was likely to be taken by someone of the similar age who liked him, too.

She was a little upset.

But on second thought, if it was him, she might accept the idea of, not giving up her father to him, but

"sharing" with him.

Children at Candy's age liked to make presumptions.

She had always believed that she didn't have a mother and her beloved one was not her grandparent,

uncle, or aunt, but only her father.

So she presumed that someone like that boy might not have a father.

A child had a weird way of thinking indeed.

Edmond was so happy to see Maverick that he reached out for his trousers and said, "Good to see you

again!"

Maverick put Candy down. He wasn't in a rush to sit down but fixed his eyes on Edmond's steak

instead.

When his daughter just spotted Edmond, he saw him through the glass window, eating his meal quietly.

He could still recall the scene clearly in his head.

Although Maverick could only see one side of Edmond's face, he could tell the bright eyes and fine

lines of his face made him exceptionally charming.

His was using the tableware with his long, fair fingers.

He was wearing a small British-style suit that fit him well, and a pair of small white shoes.

He was sitting upright.

And he was looking down, chewing the steak.

As the son of a prominent family, Maverick had known the table etiquette since he was little.

And that scene, even now, could still bring him back to the old time.

He felt as if it was himself from many years ago, sitting at the dining table, eating the steak

meticulously.

His heart skipped a beat. He was startled by his train of thought.

Was it because he had seen this little boy too frequently these days?

He laughed to himself, drew back his attention and asked Edmond, "Are you alone?"

"Of course not. My mom is with me," Edmond said, "but she's in the bathroom right now. What a

coincidence today! Shall we make some introduction?"

Maverick smiled, "Don't we already know each other?"

"I mean, you should meet my mom."

Candy stood at the side, her big eyes blinking like purple grapes, pure and clear, as if she finally

grasped something important. "Do you have a dad?" she asked him.

Maverick frowned, "Candy, be polite."

But Edmond didn't mind, "I notice your dad doesn't a wife. Does it mean you don't have a mom,

either?"

Maverick forced a smile, wondering why kids today grew up so fast.

Such conversation had rendered a CEO, who reigned supreme, speechless.

"That's right. It's amazing that you know I don't have a mom! Then we're so good for each other. I have

a dad, and you have a mom."

Maverick still couldn't utter a word.

Something suddenly occurred to Candy, "What's your name? You promised last time to tell me when

we meet again."

"Edmond." He was a man of his word.

But his attention was still on Maverick, "Can you meet my mom? She is a wonderful woman. She will

make a good wife for you."

Maverick was having a headache now.

To be honest, he had never been arranged by his family to meet a woman before.

And there were countless women trying to hook up with him.

The place where he grew up was different. Although he seemed to have everything, he was actually

very indifferent and even disdainful of relationship and marriage.

Now he was "forced" by a little boy several times to meet his mother.

Maverick had an urge to flee for the first time in his life.

This restaurant was under the name of the Lamont Group. Maverick often brought his daughter here,

and the manager would serve them in person.

Maverick shot a glance at the manager who was standing nearby.

That man was wise enough to see what was going on.

Maverick bent down gently to Edmond, "Please excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."

Edmond was disappointed to hear this, "You don't want to meet my mom, do you?"

"It's not the case at all. It's just happening too fast. Well, I really gotta go now. Do you remember what I Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

told you before? Some things are destined, and you shouldn't push them."

Edmond frowned in frustration.

Maverick didn't expect him to understand. He headed towards the bathroom. The moment he turned

around, he felt relieved.

"Miss Candy, let's go upstairs. Anything you want for dinner today? I'll have them prepared

immediately," the manager came up to Candy and said with a smile.

Candy was still reluctant to leave, "Can I have your phone number?" she asked Edmond.

Edmond was straightforward. He asked the manager for paper and a pen, wrote down the number, and

asked Candy, "Where did you go to school?"

Candy said, "Crane Kindergarten. And you?"

Edmond kept it in mind and smiled mysteriously, "Candy, we will meet again."

He knew there was no such thing as a fiancé. That man was just a cold fish.

But never mind. He was going to introduce his mother to him sooner or later.

Such a nice, capable man could well protect his mother in the future.

...

Maverick, who was in the bathroom to dodge the "trouble", wasn't aware at all that a five-year-old boy

had got his eyes on him.

And he never thought that he would run into Everly in the bathroom.

And Of course, it would never, ever occur to him that the woman Edmond wanted to introduce to him

was standing right in front of him.

Everly was also shocked to see Maverick on an ordinary night out for dinner.

Enemies were bound to meet.