Intertwined Destinies: The Real and Fake Daughter

After he finished speaking, he looked up and quietly watched me. His eyes were full of hidden emotions.

Hearing this, I felt a headache coming on.

"Let's close early today," I said.

After tidying up the shop, I took Freya home.

Rowan and Dylan followed me, one on each side, like two debt collectors. Strangely, they seemed to be getting along well.

I saw Dylan giving Rowan a gentle smile as we passed a corner.

When we reached the entrance, Rowan stopped following. Dylan quickly approached me and asked, "Is he your boyfriend?"

"What if he is? What if he isn't?" I said.

"I shouldn't interfere in your personal life, but this guy isn't right for you. He's scheming. Be careful," he said.

His evaluation of Rowan was unfriendly. I was a bit puzzled.

It was evening, and the golden sunlight brushed his eyelashes, making his eyes look dazzling yet cold.

Suddenly, I remembered a Jones family gathering from a few years ago.

I couldn't recall Dylan's exact age that year.

The main guest at the banquet was an overseas supplier, and his daughter loved sweets.

Dylan followed his father's arrangement. Although he usually didn't like sweets, he ate two plates of cake to make the little girl happy.

The girl was supposed to be accompanied by me. But because of my timidity, Dylan took over.

At that time, I saw the same cold look in Dylan's eyes as I did today.

But for someone like him to care about my personal life, it seemed Isaac really couldn't find a suitable kidney.

"Mr. Jones, I advise you to stop wasting your time here and look for other opportunities," I said.

"Dad and Mom just want to see you. They don't mean to ask you to donate a kidney. You don't need to worry about that," he said.

"What's the point of meeting? Back then, I chose not to be part of the Jones family," I asked.

Dylan, seemingly prepared for this, gave a light "hmm" and had no other reaction.

Since he was like this, I couldn't say much more. I just held Freya and went home.

7

The situation was one coming after another.

Faced with Rowan's sudden confession, I felt uneasy. My intuition told me something was wrong, but I couldn't pinpoint what.

I wanted to persuade Rowan to quit, but he said, "Is it wrong to like someone? Should I be fired for confessing to you? Even if I leave, I won't give up on you," he said.

His words were too righteous. I couldn't argue back.

I remembered he was the only staff member left on duty. I had to keep him and deal with it later.

Rowan, however, pushed his luck. Early in the morning, just as I opened the shop, he stood at the door grinning.

Behind him was Dylan, with his long eyebrows furrowed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked inscrutable.

Seeing them like this, I felt like a piece of meat being chased to be shared.

I walked slowly down the street with Freya while Rowan and Dylan followed on either side.

The distance was just right for me to hear Rowan's voice.

"Mr. Jones, when do you plan to return to Dawson?"

I immediately perked up my ears.

"In a while," Dylan said.

"There are some nice islands around here in Tanelle. If you don't mind, I can show you around," Rowan said, sounding oddly sycophantic.