Nanny's Beloved Genius Child

Chapter 21 Opposite Direction

After closing the door, Melody leaned back behind him. Biting his own thumb, feeling something was wrong with him. The advice and input he said just now was reasonable and did not stray in the slightest.

"Ck, when he clearly said, I have a side of his son as a caregiver, why is my brain thinking in the other direction" he murmured.

"Why do I feel sorry?"

Notification of the message disperse the daydream, the appearance of the name Tristan on his mobile phone is reminiscent of the affair committed by a wife of the man who drove him home.

Almost midnight, Tristan reported that he was already at the Joko mang stall. Without Melody asking, she knew what the man would talk about. Melody also keeps her curiosity since the incident at the supermarket. He put the original bag and came back out.

Tristan, who just got out of his car, found a white car emerging from the alley. While without Tristan himself knowing, Jamie's pair of eyes from the car centered on him, and he drove fast.

Soon after Melody appeared, Tristan ordered two sachets of coffee on Mang Joko. This time they did not drink on the bench in the shop tent, but sat on the sidewalk. Rarely do vehicles pass on that road.

The conversation started from the incident that triggered the secret of this affair open, believing no belief turned out Melody had been listening to the vent about a woman who was married.

In every incident of Tristan, he never once mentioned a name. Melody is not surprised if the married woman is someone else, not the closest person. Even so Melody wanted to respect her decision and not her business anyway.

"We broke up, sometimes I was tired of being a mistress, and sometimes he was uncomfortable with my jealous nature. But he and I both enjoyed it, like a challenge."

"Sane!" furious Melody.

"You'll know after trying it," the man teased.

All ages related to Glenn, even though there was never a third person among them. Even Sasha was just an accident, her mother who was keen to take advantage of the situation. To keep his son away from Melody.

"I've never loved anyone but Glenn. Let alone cheating behind him," said Melody.

Tristan digests for a moment, Melody turns out to be a girl who relies on the shoulders of the man she made her lover. He wrote the word carefully.

"You're not hers anymore, she's not yours anymore. Let go of the trap you made." Tristan's index finger held a four-year-old woman on it.

Confused Melody, where did this talk lead. He never chained himself. They should have talked about infidelity.

Melody pinched the skin of Tristan's arm. "Do you want to destroy their homes?"

Nod Tristan, "assume you can."

The pretty hard pinch felt nothing on his muscular arm, Melody's fingers still stuck to me for how long.

"But?" kepo Melody's.

"The woman still loves him" in short.

Melody knows too much, even things Jamie doesn't know. In the end, he was dragged into their troubles. He can retreat so as not to get involved too far, he is not bound by an official contract, can stop at any time.

"You don't want to stop because of that kid" Tristan guessed.

Melody took off her pinch, she nodded honestly, her feelings deep in the boy. It is impossible to leave Daniel without waiting for his mother to come home, let alone say that he will not leave easily despite anger or disappointment.

"You have a beautiful face and an amazingly bright future. Many women will love you with sincerity." Melody straightened her body facing the man.

With a serious look in his eyes, "he didn't even put a taste, you're nothing more than a handsome free gigolo to him."

Despite being called a gigolo, Melody's sincerity was conveyed to her, really gently persuading. Not judging desperately, he thought he would get bad treatment because of the actions that all women hated, Tristan was still treated well by this one woman.

"thank you. You are very attentive, do not you like me," seduced the man with his trademark sweet smile.

Melody's response was flat, although Tristan was her type but there was another man out there who was holding her heart at the moment. The man who belongs to someone else belongs to his little family at home.

Due to the length of their conversation, Tristan could not bear to see the cold Melody tugging at his sleeves to the finger. Wearing a thick knit cardigan, the cold air was still piercing, Tristan got up and opened his car door. He sucked half his body in, looking for something to cover his friend.

Tristan came out carrying a piece of cloth that looked dark and thick. Looking closer, it turned out that it was a red suit that was not that thick. He put that thing on Melody.

"What a great deal, I'm going home!" his protest.

Melody found a logo. "What'sthis? Pfft ... jas almet?" grin Melody while wearing that suit.

"Bring it home, Mel. Don't need it." Tristan tidied the end with the end of the jacket attached to his body.

As he once said, underestimating the dream coat of the hard-earned youth wanted to get it. Naturally he did not understand, his whole life did not know difficult, even months he could visit.

At the heart of the matter, Melody failed to persuade the man who had considered her a friend. She falls in love with Emily too deeply, even though she has a family. Melody says retreat, Tristan is just as sleepy.

Once again Melody hitchhiked on another luxury car just to get into the complex, she went down in front of her house.

"I'm not going to be in your game. Except, my foster son is crying or his condition is worsening because of your actions," Melody said in a relaxed tone before closing the car door.

Tristan replied with a smile. No matter how hard it is for a car to turn back, men like them never let a woman walk alone.

While controlling the steering wheel of the car, Tristan muttered, "sorry, I just thought of a good plan for the both of us, just let their families be destroyed. Is this wrong of me, Melody?"

Melody entered the house, her carefree facial expression vanished. Highlight his eyes were cold, inevitably his head had to work to think about the little family of the genius child he nurtured.

Don't expect you to use me to destroy the Little Guy family.