Three years later.
It was a sunny day. The air was filled with the scent of fresh grass, white smoke spiraling from the chimneys of red-walled houses. A black limousine came slowly from the distance, followed by a line of motorcars, two four-wheel motorcycles at the front, and parked at the river bank.
Reginald sat in the car, and beside him was an adorable child with short hair, dark eyes, fair skin, and naturally upturned eye corners, and he was simply the spitting image of Reginald.
Josephine drove past the river and opened the window for fresh air, and glanced at the impressive limousines parked in a row on the river side. It was the first time for her to see this scene in this small village.
She subconsciously glanced over to the half-opened window of the black Maybach, and a man in a suit was saying something into the intercom. His gaze fixed on the road ahead and did not turn his head to look at Josephine.
This man was not Reginald.
The local villagers quickly greeted the caravan when they saw it, and a glimmer of gloom flashed under Josephine’s eyes as she turned the steering wheel and accelerated forward.
In the black limousine behind the Maybach, the rear window slowly opened. Reginald sat by the window, his eyes were harsh and gloomy, and the ipad screen in his hand repeatedly played the pictures of Josephine from three years ago. She always appeared without makeup, her small face was clean and beautiful, which showed a special charm, and her belly was swollen but her body was slender. Whenever he saw her, she always looked like a tamed animal.
The moment he raised his eyes, Josephine accelerated forward with her hand on the steering wheel, the wind stopped abruptly, as she drove past the black limousine, and her eyes was bleak.
A noise burst out, and the villagers suddenly greeted them, surrounded Reginald and the limousine. The chief and other village leaders squeezed out from the crowd, rubbing their hands and bending down to smile at him, “Mr. Reginald, welcome!”
“Lead the way!”
Reginald spoke in a gloomy, cold voice, which included a chilling hostility.
“Yes.”
The clerk did not dare to retort, and hastily led the way in front, Reginald stood out from the car, the bodyguard in the Maybach hurriedly got out and carried the Lochlan off together, a dozen black-clad bodyguards went out from the other cars, holding guns and stood at the side of Reginald and Lochlan respectively. It immediately scared the villagers who were chattering and arguing because of curiosity into silence.
They had just entered the market, and the villagers in the market were frightened, as they had never seen such a large crowd with real guns. The chielf led Reginald through stores and districts, but Reginald remained expressionless and cool, calculating the potential plans one by one in his mind.
She stopped her car and entered the market, as she was caught by the sound of people at the other end of the market. She stopped and stood on tiptoe to look out a few times, but she still didn’t see a familiar figure in the crowd. Josephine let out a self-deprecating sigh.
Even if famous company was doing a market tour for a countryside project, these who could afford a limited edition of Maybach was not necessarily Reginald. Her heart inexplicably touched when she saw that same car in her memory by the river.
Three years, after three whole years, she still couldn’t forget him.
Josephine turned around, and couldn’t hide the disappointment and despondency on her face.
Reginald stood in the crowd, the impatience in his deep eyes became more and more obvious, and he fiercely glared at Regan, who was following him to take notes. Regan looked up and froze, then he quickly turned back to direct his bodyguards to disperse the congested crowd.
Lochlan held Reginald’s large hand, and his exquisite and beautiful black eyes glanced inadvertently outside the circle of people that had finally opened up the way. But suddenly, he released Reginald’s hand and ran forward.
Regan pulled him from behind in time, but Lochlan turned back and haphazardly hit his legs, as her small face kept looking at Josephine, who had walked into the markert on the other side. Regan squatted down to put Lochlan in his arms, but he was suddenly punched in the eye by Lochlan’s small fist.
Lochlan’s temperamental character was just like his father!
Reginald stepped forward and looked askance at his son in a condescending manner, asking in a cold voice, “What’s going on?”
Hearing his voice, Lochlan got a little quieter, and his eyes opened wider, “I saw my mom!”