Handsome Guy, Please Marry My Mommy!

"Sir, don't you have any manners?"

My heart raced, and I turned to see a burly man glaring at me with an unfriendly expression.

I quickly forced a smile, grabbed Rebecca, and hurried out, regardless of whether she had finished eating.

As we were leaving, she shouted over my shoulder, "Sir, stop smoking! You'll get lung cancer!"

I quickened my pace, terrified that the man might come after us.

What was it like for a socially anxious mother to have an overly outgoing daughter?

I constantly lived in fear.

And I always prepared with three lines—

"Whose child is this?

"I don't know her at all.

"You can't hit me if you hit her."

"Mommy, why aren't we eating anymore?" Rebecca asked innocently, her little pigtails bobbing.

She was too cute for me to be angry, so I tried to reason with her. "That man is very strong! Mommy is afraid of getting hit."

"Then we can call the police."

"By the time the police arrive, Mommy will already be injured!"

"Then we can call an ambulance!"

"And if I get killed?"

"I know this one! TV shows say to contact the crematorium and the insurance company! You named me as the beneficiary!"

I was at a loss for words.

I said, "Just stop talking."

How did someone as socially anxious as me, paired with someone as reserved and stoic as Dylan, end up with such a clever, outgoing chatterbox?

Arriving at Prosperity Tower, bustling with people, I set Rebecca down and held her little hand tightly.

She patted me like an adult, "Don't be nervous."

"I'm afraid you'll get lost," I retorted stubbornly.

She pouted but didn't argue, leading me to a less crowded elevator.

I followed her, pulling up the address my editor had sent me on my phone.

I had to follow her.

I had a terrible sense of direction.

The sound of footsteps approached, and I instinctively turned my head, seeing Dylan, tall and handsome in a formal black suit, surrounded by people.

Even in his composed state, his powerful presence attracted many gazes.

I froze for a moment, then quickly lowered my head.

"I am invisible. I am invisible. I am invisible.

He can't see me. He can't see me. He can't see me.

His eyesight is bad. His eyesight is bad. His eyesight is bad." I whispered in my heart.

The seconds ticked by, and nothing happened.

Just when I thought my prayers were about to be answered, a child's voice pierced the air like a thunderbolt.

"Mommy! Look! That handsome man looks just like your phone wallpaper!"

I didn't dare turn around.

Ten seconds later.

A familiar voice sounded from behind me.

"Debby Edison."

There was no uncertainty in his tone, only a statement of fact.

His voice was calm, with a slightly deep, cello-like quality.

Emotionless, yet it sent chills down my spine.

I stiffened, awkwardly turning around. "Ah, Dylan, long time no see."

He smirked, but his eyes lacked warmth. "It's surprising you still remember me."

I laughed nervously.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and I dragged Rebecca inside.

Dylan followed closely behind.

I thought it would be less awkward once more people joined us in the elevator, but as the doors closed, it was just the three of us.

It felt even more awkward.