Share With Him
Half an hour later.
As the night fell, lightning and thunder stopped outside the window, and strong winds blew. Lukas
looked at the door with concern. Joey hadn’t come back yet. He hesitated whether he should go out to
look for him. daliy latest chapters only www.novelheart.com When he saw the steaming noodles on the
table, he thought of the scene that Victor was cooking noodles in the kitchen just now. He sighed in his
heart, turned around and was about to go out and search for Joey.
As soon as he walked to the porch, he saw Joey walking towards him. “Joe. “When Lukas saw him, he
immediately walked up to him. Perhaps because he had cried, his eyes were red and moist. When he
saw Lukas, Joey just replied sulkily, “Mr. Smith.” Seeing his crying face, Lukas felt sorry for him. “Joe,
it’s going to rain. Go inside first or you may catch a cold.” Joey nodded, and then subconsciously
looked behind Lukas.
There was no one behind him, he lowered his eyes and there was an inexplicable disappointment in his
eyes. After running out of the restaurant, he didn’t go far. Instead, he sat in front of a small fountain in
the front courtyard. The more he thought about what Victor did to him, the more unhappy he felt.. He
sat there, cursing Victor in a low voice and feeling wronged. Then he saw a tall figure walking towards
him from a distance.
The light was a little dim, so he couldn’t see clearly. He thought it was Victor chasing after him. At that
time, he thought proudly that if Victor apologized to him, he could consider going back, but he would
never apologize back! Thinking of this, he stood up and waited for the figure to approach. But it was not
Victor. It was a servant who rushed over with an umbrella in his hand. He persuaded in a gentle voice,
“Sir, it’s going to rain.
Why don’t you go back first?” Joey pressed his lips and didn’t say anything. He stood there for a long
time and felt a little cold before he nodded to agree. Joey narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.
What was he expecting? How could Victor wait for him at the door? He was so hateful, domineering
and autocratic, he didn’t even know he was his son.
Victor thought he was his brother’s son, someone who could threaten his inheritance of the Sullivan
Group. Joey thought Victor must hate him so much. Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes and said in a
low voice, “Mr. Smith, I’m sleepy. I want to go back to my room and have a rest.”
“Wait, Joe.” Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Lukas couldn’t help but stop him. Although he knew
that what Victor said today was all out of kindness, it was a little harsh and cruel to heart for a three
year old child. Hearing this, Joey stopped and looked at him in confusion, “What’s wrong? Mr. Smith…
“Joe, Mr. Sullivan didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I know that his words might be a little harsh.” Lukas
explained, “You know, after saying those words to you, Mr. Sullivan felt guilty, So please don’t take
them to heart, okay?” “He felt guilty?” Joey asked in disbelief.
Of course, Lukas noticed that he didn’t believe his words. He didn’t continue to explain but said, “Joe,
come with me.” Before Joey could answer, Lukas had already led the way. Joey stood there
hesitated for a while and followed him. Then, the two entered the restaurant one after the other, “What
are we doing in the rest…” Before Joey could finish his sentence, he saw the bowl of noodles on the
table. “Joe, Mr. Sullivan made the bowl of noodles for you.
He felt guilty right after you rushed out. He only dumped the noodles before because he saw your pale
face, he just wanted to cook another bowl for you. Mr. Sullivan is not good with words, so he didn’t
explain it to you before he did it. But he really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
On the contrary, I can see that he cares about you.” Joey stared at the bowl of noodles, lost in thought.
What? His jerk father cared about him? He dumped the noodles because he wanted to cook another
bowl without scallion for him? Did he misunderstand him? Joey pressed his lips and didn’t know what
to say. After a while, he looked up at Lukas and called, “Mr. Smith…” “Yes?”
“Where is jerk… Mr. Sullivan?” “It’s not his bed time yet. He should be in the study now.” Lukas replied.
Joey nodded. Then he picked up the bowl of noodles on the table, turned around and walked out.
Lukas was wondering what he was going to do when he heard Joey’s words. He said, “Mr. Smith, Mr.
Sullivan hasn’t eaten anything yet, right? I’ll take the noodles upstairs and share with him.”
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