Daddy's Virgin Daughter "Reply Daddy's Revenge"
Just like her
Eden was obviously happy to see Ailee know-how in the same place as herself, being in Gramedia looking for reading books that became their pleasure, he said, Apparently he and the little girl are really addicts of mystery stories and detectives.
Too coincidentally, what Eden liked, also liked the little girl, even quite strange they had a lot in common, their favorite food the same, the same favorite drink, many similar habits, and many others, and some of the same bad.
Not knowing why, every time he saw the little girl his heart rippled, at first he had quite misinterpreted everything, maybe he was in love with the boy, maybe he was in love with the boy, until Ramira said that he might have gone crazy, but the more here it is clearly different. He convinced himself that this was not love, but like a feeling mixed into one, as if there was a strong bond in his mind about the girl.
This sounded a little absurd, the more Eden noticed Ailee's face, the more she saw herself inside this girl.
Maybe he was too silly, until finally he sneaky way tried to get the girl's hair.
As he remembered valentine was in the fertile period after a one-night relationship with him and valentine due to an aphrodisiac trap from Aries. Abigail continued to hide the valentine after the incident that night, until she was no longer able to meet the valentine to explain the misunderstanding that night.
Selena once said that valentine was at Aland's house pregnant, but Aland clearly said she never touched valentine again after knowing she wasn't a virgin, and Alan said out loud as he returned the valentine to the Al Jaber family.
I never planted my seed in the body of Al Jaber's descendants.
But the valentine's stomach was clearly beginning to look different.
Eden often wanted to see valentine, it was so bad to touch that face to say sorry so many times, she had no intention of screwing her that night, but the aphrodisiac effect obviously made her lose her consciousness. Although he always did no good to the girl, always threatening her, but Eden never thought to destroy the future of valentine.
Therefore, when calculating the date and year of Ailee's birth, for a moment Eden frowned.
Could it?
These few days there was something that made him quite dumbfounded when he asked some of his confidants to find out about Ailee and Aland, 1 shocking news reached his ears.
"Miss Ailee is Mr. Aland's wife"
His confidant said quickly.
"What's? wife?"
"It's a little strange, they say Miss Ailee is Aland Faith Yildiz's daughter, but they lived apart for years, Miss Ailee always moved around a long time ago, and always moved schools, she said, although they have a father-son relationship, but some people say they are a husband and wife, their marriage in the title is quite large, and quite viral on social media"
As Eden tightened her jaw, she rubbed her face roughly a few times.
What kind of riddle is this?
Eden smiled happily at the sight of Ailee busy finishing her meal, after a long session of searching for some books, they agreed to fill the stomachs of those who were starting to get hungry.
"So, tell uncle, what's your mommy's name?"
"Valentine Al Jaber"
Ailee answered innocently.
Eden's trying to neutralize his heartbeat.
A valentine? a valentine?
Eden looked shaky.
"And your daddy?"
What does he think is Aland?
Ailee stopped her chewing for a moment, staring at Eden's face.
He shook his head slowly.
"Untie Selena said, My Daddy doesn't recognize me at all"
Like lightning in broad daylight, Eden clearly widened his eyeballs, his body clearly shaking violently, cold sweat smashing all over his body.
"Who? Selena?"
He tried to open his ears as wide as possible, afraid if-if he was wrong when he heard it earlier.
"He em untie Selena"
Answer Ailee again.
Eden was obviously at a loss for words, eager for her to get out of this place as soon as possible, went to see Selena and asked the girl to explain everything that was going on behind her, but he obviously could not leave Ailee at this moment as well.
