Chapter 428

“The amusement park, sir?”

“Xintiandi.”

“Right away.”

The assistant swerved toward the new destination.

Before the car halted, Kieran spotted Rose waiting at the curb. He stepped out alone, the tension in his brow easing as he neared her. “Where’s Yuanyuan?”

Rose pouted playfully, looping her arm through his. “He’s refusing to leave! Let’s wait inside—unless you’re busy?”

Kieran shook his head, letting her lead him into the mall. “Free.”

She leaned closer, her smile deepening. “Perfect. You’ve no idea, Kieran—Yuanyuan’s grown up now, so stubborn! Wouldn’t budge an inch, worked up a sweat, clothes all grubby…”

Roschelle Whitaker spoke with familiar intimacy: “He won’t listen to anyone now, only you. As his father, you must talk to him properly later. Otherwise, I’ll truly lose control of him at this rate.”

Rose spoke while smiling at Kieran Argent.

Kieran Argent’s lips curved slightly: “Okay.”

Whenever their only son Victor Argent was mentioned, warmth replaced Kieran’s usual boardroom intensity, the decisive edge fading from his brow.

Rose savored this transformation, her smile reaching her eyes.

Ryan was born to Roschelle five years ago. Counting the time, Ryan just turned five not long ago; at that age even dogs would avoid him. Plus, since his birth, Wallace has treated him like the apple of his eye, giving him whatever he wants, letting him have his way, so he’s at his most arrogant and cocky phase.

After Ryan was born, Kieran’s focus clearly shifted a bit.

Before, Kieran was a workaholic, staying at the company day and night without going home. After Ryan was born, he spent more time with family and the child, with more patience than before. He would give Ryan whatever he asked for, but at crucial teaching moments, Kieran would still be serious.

Compared to Kieran, Wallace and Roschelle were even more indulgent. Because of this contrast, Ryan listened to Kieran more, mainly because he was afraid of Kieran’s anger.

Thinking of this, Roschelle chuckled and said, “Ryan just kept telling me not to tell you where he is. If he sees you later, he’ll be so startled.”

Kieran commented indifferently, “He’s too hyper, not steady enough.”

Roschelle poked his arm with her finger, feeling troubled, “Kieran, what are you saying? Ryan is only five, still so young. How could he be steady? You think everyone is like you? Since childhood, you’ve been quiet and reserved, not liking to talk or make noise.”

Kieran didn’t say anything more.

As they talked, they had already reached the children’s play area, and at a glance, they spotted the little boy bouncing the highest on the trampoline.

The little boy’s dapper little suit was all askew from playing. Even though the mall had strong air conditioning, the boy still had big beads of sweat on his forehead, sticky and clinging. The sweat towel that was originally draped over him had long been flung off somewhere.

Kieran frowned and said a few words to the staff at the entrance. In no time, the staff led the terrified boy out.

The boy was adorable and cute, but he looked overly nervous.

Ryan looked up, cautiously checking his dad’s expression. As soon as he saw it, his lips quivered, and he hid behind the staff member, “Mom, didn’t you say Dad wasn’t coming? You lied!”

Kieran’s face darkened, and he scolded coldly, “What kind of behavior is this?”

Ryan’s lips trembled, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Roschelle grabbed a tissue, walked over, and pulled Ryan out from behind the staff member. She wiped the sweat from his forehead with the tissue, “Ryan, playing is one thing, but look at you now, all dirty. Wipe yourself quickly. And where’s your jacket? Where did you throw it?”