When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 84



Chapter 84 Catch Him In An Hour

Stella glanced down to see Jonathan clinging to her legs. A flicker of impatience crossed her eyes, but she didn’t let it show.

She bent over, returning the smile. “Yes, I am. Hey kid, why are you all alone here? Where are your mom and dad?”

She studied the child before her, taking in his exquisitely defined features. His pair of eyes, in particular, were utterly captivating.

One look told her that his parents were no ordinary people.

Jonathan gazed at her with sparkling eyes, his voice serious as he said, “I heard that you took my daddy away from me. Could you give him back to me, please?”

Stella suddenly froze in place.

A few wealthy ladies in the vicinity couldn’t help but glance over, their eyes filled with disdain.

They detested female celebrities who tried to climb the social ladder the most.

“How shameless!”

“She already has Mr. Rainsworth, yet she’s involved with other men?”

“No wonder Mr. Rainsworth didn’t marry her. A woman like that is only good for a fling.”

Stella was completely beside herself.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Suppressing her anger, she crouched down and looked intently at Jonathan. “Hey kid, have you perhaps remembered it wrong? I don’t know you or your daddy.”

After Stella finished speaking, she leaned closer to Jonathan, placing her hands on his shoulders. Lowering her voice, she threatened him, “You little rascal, if you dare to spout nonsense again, I’ll toss you into the sea to feed the fish.”

She had thought she was dealing with just an ordinary child. Little did she know Jonathan could. summon his acting skills at will.

The next moment, he began to forcefully bat away her hand, his voice carrying a whimpering tone as he said, “I was wrong. Please don’t pinch me! It hurts…”

Stella quickly put down her hand.

“When did I ever pinch you?”

Surrounding them were reporters who quickly captured this scene.

Tears streamed down Jonathan’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t hit me. Don’t throw me into the sea to feed the fish…”

Chapter 84 Catch Him In An Hour

Stella really wanted to cover his mouth.

“I didn’t… He was lying…” Stella hastily explained.

More and more people started to look over.

Likewise, it also attracted the attention of Zachary, who was still being forced to acquaint himself with women.

Upon laying his eyes on the child, Zachary instantly recognized him. It was the same child who had played a prank on him back then at the hotel.

“How could she lay a hand on a child?” The woman beside him spoke up. “She’s just too wicked.”

Thinking that Jonathan could be a product of his own past flirtatious behavior, Zachary couldn’t just stand by and let him get hit. He quickly strode over.

Jonathan had planned to continue showcasing his acting skills, intending to expose Stella’s vile nature on tomorrow’s front page. Unexpectedly, he saw a figure charging toward him with an imposing aura.

What on earth is Zachary, that big jerk, doing here?

What a blunder!

He was too young, too short, and with so many people around, he failed to notice Zachary was there.

“Please don’t be angry. I’m leaving right now.”

After he spoke, he immediately fled.

If Zachary hadn’t been pranked by him, he would have really thought that he was leaving. But seeing the speed at which his legs were moving, Zachary reckoned that he had noticed him.

He recalled the humiliating scene that day at the hotel and wouldn’t just let him off the hook like that.

Even if he was his own son, it was unacceptable. He had to be taught a lesson, so he could understand what it meant to respect one’s elders.

Jonathan knew to head toward the crowded areas.

Zachary found it challenging to weave through the crowd in pursuit of him.

But dealing with a child was easy for him. He simply called in his bodyguard.

“Did you see that child?”

After some thought, Zachary said, “Let him run for a while and catch him in an hour.”


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