Chapter 15

Downstairs, Catelyn took Miles's hand as they made their leave.

Miles took off his sunglasses to reveal his crystal-like eyes burning with anger. "That trash is so hateful," he deadpanned. "Big Kitty, don't fall in love with him."

"I don't like him to begin with."

"He's definitely going to torture me if the two of you date each other." Then, Miles changed his tone and said while clinging to her leg, "For the health and safety of your baby, stay away from him, okay?"

"…"

Catelyn was at a loss for words. Perhaps it was because Miles grew up without a father that he had always been sensitive; he even resented any man that approached Catelyn despite their age.

Since they had just accidentally run into Jamie, it was natural that he would be worried about her getting back together with Jamie and neglecting him.

"He has no sense of responsibility and has so many mistresses. I'm far more sweet and polite than him. I have great looks and a greater personality, and I can fend off a gangster or scold a mistress. I'll be a good boy and take care of you from now on, so please don't take him, okay?"

Catelyn's heart melted as she lowered her head to plant a kiss on Miles's forehead. "I won't date him, I only care about you. Happy now?"

Miles was very much satisfied and instantly shook off the negative emotions that haunted him. He pointed at his cheek happily and said, "I'll give you permission to kiss here as well."

"I have lipstick on now! How about I give you a kiss once I remove it at home?"

Miles immediately praised his mother sweetly, "I prefer you when you don't put any makeup on, you look more refreshing and enchanting that way."

Catelyn was instantly at loss for words. "Where did you learn that line?"

"From the internet," Miles replied smugly.

"…"

Catelyn contemplated whether she needed to restrict her son's access to the internet. She had no idea what sort of things he had been browsing, and she felt as though she was being teased. Most importantly, her son was not even four-year-old and could barely recognize most words.

In the corner, Ollie kept an appropriate distance from the two of them. He saw Catelyn lowering her head to kiss Miles on the forehead and Miles asking to be picked up, and his heart was instantly filled with envy.

If only he had a mother as well… Could he be begging for attention in his mother's arms?

A lump formed in his throat. It was unfortunate that his father refused to tell him who his mother was and forbade him from asking too much about it.

Suddenly, Catelyn turned around from not far away, and Ollie immediately froze. He turned to hide himself behind a jewelry display counter as his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

He was not sure why he was hiding, but perhaps it was because he despised what he was doing at the moment. He was following and spying on them like a thief, only to find even the faintest comfort in others' happiness.

Catelyn went to the storage unit to retrieve the race car model she had placed there earlier on, but for some reason, the key card had stopped working, so she had to seek help from the staff there.

Miles listened to Catelyn obediently and waited for her to return by the door with his hands holding her purse. After a while, Catelyn still had not come out, and Miles was beginning to feel the urge to use the washroom. At the same time, he was worried that he might miss Catelyn coming out if he ran off too far.

He looked around and scanned through the greenery across the street. There was a whole forest of trees there, and he could relieve himself there…

Miles cleared his throat, and like a swift little monkey, he darted through the crowd, all the while turning back to look at the door every once in a while. Finally, as he was about to walk into the bushes…

Screech!

The sound of a car stopping to a halt rang in his ear abruptly, and a Bugatti Veyron stopped right next to him.

The door to the car pushed open, and Albert looked at Miles worriedly before sighing a breath of relief.

"Thank God you're alright, Young Master! The bodyguards said you ran out, and I was so worried…"

Miles stared warily at Albert and the towering bodyguards before he warily said, "What do you want?"

"To bring you home, of course." Knowing that the young master felt wronged and frustrated from the fight he had with his father, Albert tried to appease his emotions gently. "Don't blame your father. He might say mean things, but he means well."

"Father?" Miles then thought, 'Could it be that old trash Jamie Mason?'

However, Miles had not seen any of these people before him, so they could also be kidnappers.

'Do kidnappers drive fancy cars and kidnap people in broad daylight now?' he thought.

"Don't come here! I'm going to call for help if you move any closer—mmph!"

Before he could finish, Albert dragged Miles straight into the car.

The young master could be stubborn when he was in the mood, so Albert decided to just bring him back first.

The car drove off and disappeared into the distance, leaving nothing behind but a puff of smoke and a beige woman's purse on the ground.

Ollie slowly stepped out of the shadow he had been hiding under. He recognized the car that took Miles; it was the spare vehicle of Mason Estate.

It appeared that Albert had mistaken Miles as Ollie and brought him back to Mason Estate.

Ollie scanned the perimeter carefully before rushing over to pick up the purse from the ground. He could still catch a whiff of a milky scent, most likely from Miles, around the spot, mixed with the faint flowery scent of gardenia from Catelyn. Ollie felt immersed with the scent, and he simply felt addicted to it.

He took the bag with him and went back to the mall, intending to give it back to Catelyn.

"I'm sorry, Miles. Something happened, and it took me some time." Catelyn hurried her way back to the exit and instinctively took Ollie's hand.

Ollie stared at his hand that was held by Catelyn, and a bold idea appeared inside his head.

"It's okay, I didn't wait long," he said politely.

However, as soon as he said that, he saw Catelyn's expression darkening. Her glittering seemingly zeroed in on him entirely. "You…"

Ollie immediately became anxious and tense. Could Catelyn have noticed his true identity? Could she tell them apart when not even Grandpa Albert could tell the difference?

His heart thumped as though he was facing off a horrible enemy.