Bright and Rose took Doris to the kindergarten together while the teacher sent them a notice.
"Next Friday, we will hold a parent-child activity for this semester. We hope all parents can spend this
enjoyable and meaningful parent-child time with their children." The teacher reminded the parents.
"Good." Rose took the notice.
Meanwhile, Matthew, who had dropped Wyatt off at school, received the notice and twitched his
eyebrow.
Not only did he have no time, but the child had no mother to accompany him.
Wyatt looked upset. Doris tugged at his coat. "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't like parent-child activities. Everyone else has a mom and a dad. But I don't have a mom." Wyatt
whispered.
And then he lowered his head, looking lost.
"I understand. I didn't like parent-child activities before, because I didn't have a dad." Doris understood
Wyatt. "But what does it matter? The important thing is that we have fun."
"Doris, since I don't have a mother and you don't have a father, why don't we form a family and then we
have a mother and a father, right?" Wyatt looked at Doris with pleas in his eyes, hoping she would
agree him.
"Wyatt, I'm sorry, I have a dad now." Doris pointed at Bright and said proudly, "That's my Daddy. Is he
handsome?"
Wyatt recognized Bright. He was the icy uncle he saw last time in the Ocean Park. "Not as handsome
as mine," Wyatt said with a frown.
"My father is the most handsome in my eyes anyway." Doris gave a little groan.
Wyatt tugged at her, wondering, "When did that uncle become your father?"
"It's a long story. Let's talk about it as we walk..."
And Doris and Wyatt walked into the kindergarten hand in hand.
Matthew withdrew his look at Doris, took the notice, and looked at Bright. "Mr. Lee, congratulations to
you and Miss Rose."
Last night when Matthew learned that Bright and Rose were husband and wife, he was really shocked.
And at that time, there were so many people who congratulated them that he didn't have the chance to
so something nice to them.
"Thank you, Mr. Matthew." Bright smiled a bit.
They left the kindergarten. Bright dropped Rose off at her office and left.
Bright got into the Mercedes. Bill sat in front of him.
"Where is Timothy at this time?" Bright's tenderness towards Sophie was gone, only leaving coldness,
and he had returned to the cold-hearted man as the rumor said.
"He's still at Golden Hotel." Bill reported.
"If he won't come to me, I'll go to him." Bright came in person.
Timothy dared to set his woman up. It was time for him to pay for his evil deeds.
"Yes." Bill set the navigation destination to Timothy's Golden Hotel and asked the driver to send them
there.
When they arrived at Golden Hotel, Bright booked a room on the same floor opposite Timothy's and
went straight up.
Timothy was in 1605 and Bill went up and rang his doorbell.
He pressed the bell three times, but no one answered the door. He kept pressing until a curse came
from inside, "Who the hell is it? It is so hateful to disturb my dream so early in the morning..."
When Timothy opened the door and saw Bill standing there, he was even more furious. "Who the hell
are you? Get away or I will punch you!"
When Bill respectfully stepped back and Bright showed up, Timothy met the sharp eyes and he felt his
legs soft and trembling.
"Mr... Mr. Bright..." Timothy couldn't even say a complete sentence, "Morning..."
"Mr. Timothy, won't you invite me in?" Bright was in white shirt and black suit, looking handsome and
tall and was in stark contrast to Timothy who was only wearing a robe.
They were like chalk and cheese.
"I... don't think it is appropriate. Mr. Bright, please wait for a moment. I will change my clothes." Timothy
tugged at his robe to cover the scratches on his skin.
"There is nothing inappropriate." Bright put his hands in his trouser pockets. He was so aggressive that
Timothy couldn't escape.
Timothy did not dare to offend Bright, so he let go of the door and retreated into the room.
Bright walked in. When he reached the living room, he didn't sit down immediately. Instead, he frowned.
Bill stepped up and pulled back the French curtains and pushed open the French window to let in some
fresh air.
"Mr. Timothy, who is it? It's so early in the morning and we haven't had a good time yet..." came a loud
female voice.
"It looks like I spoil your good time." Bright thought about the scratches on Timothy.
Timothy not only didn't take the initiative to apologize to Rose, but even found a woman to stay in the
hotel for a happy night.
The woman who came out from the bedroom wore red lace sexy pajamas, with her shoulder half
exposed and long hair dropping on the left side. It was so alluring... But she just froze when she saw
Bright.
Oh my God, this man was so handsome! It was rarely charming in the world!
The woman stared at him straight and wanted to fall on him.
"Don't be rude. Don't stare at Mr. Bright." Timothy said.
"Mr. Bright..." When the woman saw Timothy's white face with fear, she realized that this man was
many times superior than Timothy.
If she could hook up with this man, would her life be changed?
She twisted her hips and went forward barefoot to Mr. Bright and then stretched out her arm and tried
to put it on Bright's shoulder.
As a result, Bright turned around, and stared at her sharply, making the woman get nothing.
The woman trembled a bit, then restored smile, and said coquettishly, "Mr. Bright, why so angry in the
early morning. How about having a relax..."
"Get out." Bright said gently, word by word.
"Mr. Bright, don't be so fierce. I'm afraid..." The woman, however, still wanted to be close to him again.
"Bill." Bright didn't want to waste any time with this woman.
After Bill having a call, the two men who had been with them outside the door came in and dragged her
out.
"You let go of me! The woman realized that she had offended someone she shouldn't. "Mr. Bright...
Please let go of me."
"Mr. Bright, please let me get changed before you throw me out."
"Mr. Bright... Oh..."
The woman was thrown out and the door was closed. Timothy just hung his head down and said
nothing.
Bright stared at him who had the sweat on his forehead. "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
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