Chapter 249


    Chapter 249


    Kieran, “The task is a piece of cake for you and won’t take up much of your time.”


    “I don’t want to help!”


    “Are you sure you don’t want to help?”


    -“I’m positive!”


    “Let me ask again, you sure you don’t’want to lend a hand?”


    “I’m sure I don’t!”


    “What do you feel like eating tonight?”


    “Ceviche.” After saying this, Dn pped himself. “No, I decided not to eat! I have principles!”


    Dn then picked up the menu to cover his face, knowing from a young age that Kieran was a crafty


    one; especially when he was being overly generous, one had to be extra cautious.


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    “Alright, I’ll make ceviche for you tonight.” Kieran took the menu from Dn’s hands and said, “Help me


    book a reliable psychologist.”


    “A psychologist?” Dn asked in surprise. “Who needs a psychologist?”


    “Me.”


    Dn lit up immediately, staring into Kieran’s eyes. “You need a psychologist? Look no further, I’m a


    psychologist, capable of tackling all kinds of mental issues. I have an official certificate to prove it, I’m


    extremely professional, and you can trust me. Since we’re pals, I can give you a discount, spill it,


    what’s been bothering you?”


    “I asked you to find me a ‘reliable’ psychologist.”


    “I’m not just reliable, I’m super reliable, with exceptional professional skills,” Dn said, keeping a


    steady gaze on Kieran, observing his every move. After a careful examination, he furrowed his brows


    slightly. “You’re speaking hastily, holding things close to your chest as if to maintain distance. These are


    signs of anxiety. All your features are drawn to the center of your face, indicating disgust. You’re


    anxious and disgusted, and you’re looking for a psychologist, let me guess…”


    “And you you’re furrowing your brows, showing confidence? Do you really think you can guess why I


    need a psychologist?” Kieran tapped on the table and said, “Let’s make a bet. If you guess right, I’ll


    make you dinner every day for a week. If you’re wrong, you’ll have to go on a blind date, deal?”


    If it was anyone else, Dn would have agreed without a second thought. But facing the crafty Kieran,


    Dn dared not to agree hastily.


    “Do you really think I’m the type of person to do such boring stuff?” Dn pointed at Kieran and said, “I


    will find you a psychologist, and you’re still making me ceviche tonight, plus I’m ordering at least four


    dishes.”


    “Deal.”


    Dn pulled out his phone to looked up a number, while Kieran reminded him, “Make sure to keep me


    anonymous, I’ll do a phone consultation.”


    “I got it!” Dn dialed a number on his phone, exchanged a few words with the person on the other


    end, then hung up.


    “I’ll give you his number,” Dn said, giving Kieran a string of numbers. “Just so you know, Taylor is an


    expert in rtionship counseling.”


    “That’s great.”


    “What? Is it really about a rtionship problem?” Dn indicated that he only mentioned rtionship


    counseling to y around with Kieran; he didn’t expect Kieran to actually have rtionship issues.


    Dn was surprised and grabbed Kieran’s sleeve. “Didn’t you and your wife make up already? How


    come there are rtionship issues again? Aren’t you two being a bit too dramatic? It’s easy to please a


    woman. Either buy her stuff and max out your card, or just cuddle and sleep… wait, hahaha, I think I


    just figured out


    something big.”


    Kieran gave Dn a re. “Shut up!”


    “Kieran, let me tell you, men shouldn’t bottle up their problems! In my opinion, seeing a psychologist


    won’t help, you need to seek a professional. Here, take this number. It’s a specialist.” Dn scrolled


    through his phone and handed Kieran a number.


    Kieran took a nce, the note under the number read. Dr. Smith, Head of Urology.


    Kieran picked up a menu and threw it at Dn’s face. “Ceviche?! You better prepare for a Dn stew


    tonight!”


    “My meat isn’t that tasty.” Dn tossed the menu off his face and pointed at Dr. Smith’s number on his


    phone and said to Kieran. “Kieran, I’m serious, this is a medical issue, and the sooner you deal with it,


    the better. I just want to ask, after you and your wife made up, did you guys have a normal marital life?”


    “As the president of the Single People’s Care Association, I also want to ask, did you want to find a


    partner to end your single life?”


    This heartless guy! Dn quickly caught up and said, “Kieran, I’m genuinely concerned about you, did


    anything happen that night you got drunk? Does seeing your wife remind you of your hand?”


    Dn quickly followed. “Kieran, don’t be shy, I’m a professional psychologist. By the way, Kieran,


    where are you going?”


    Kieran pulled out his phone.


    *Kieran, your situation won’t be fixed by a phone consultation, let me book an appointment for you with


    Dr. Smith tomorrow morning?”


    “Hello, is this Dn’s grandfather? About the matter you mentionedst time, finding Dn a partner,


    I’ve looked into it, Dn said he’s willing…..


    “Damn it!” Dn quickly anatched the phone from Kieran and promptly hung up.


    Kieran took back his phone, and Dn once again caught up.


    Kieran turned around and red at Dn, who immediately stopped in his tracks. He finally got a taste


    of what it felt like to be courting death.


    Karl opened the car door, and Kieran got in. Then, he opened his WhatsApp using the name, “J


    Kennedy,” added Taylor’s number, rified his identity, and asked Taylor for his payment ount, and


    then transferred the consultation fee to Taylor.


    Taylor. [Patient, what issues would you like to consult about?]


    Kieran held his phone and typed a long string of text. His finger was already on the send button, but


    after hesitating for a long time, he deleted all of it. Taylor, on the other end, seemed very patient,


    waiting for Kieran’s response.


    Kieran typed out his question again, but each time he was about to hit send, he couldn’t muster the


    courage. After five or six hesitations, Kieran simply turned off his phone and tossed it aside.


    Karl, who was driving, asked with concern, “Sir, you seem a bit off.”


    After a moment of silence, Kieran suddenly looked up at Karl in the rear-view mirror. “Karl, I have a


    question for you.”


    “Go ahead.”


    “Do you get along with your wife?”,


    As the car made an S-turn on the road, a nervous Karl nced at Kieran in the mirror. “Boss, did I do


    something wrong?”


    “Forget it.” Kieran picked up his phone and turned it back on.


    Karl thought for a moment. Since Kieran had asked, he figured he should politely answer. “Sir, me and


    my wife are actually on pretty good terms.”


    “When do you n on having children?”


    Startled, Karl made another S-turn with the car. He found Kieran’s questions today to be… quite


    baffling!


    “If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine,” Kieran said.


    Karl had no choice but to reply, “About having a baby… I can’t decide that on my own!”


    “Karl, do you ever feel like the pressure at work is too much like you’re always rushed off your feet?


    Like…” Kieran suddenly paused, then waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind.”


    Karl was wondering if his boss had lost his marbles!


    After a cautious drive back to Noblewood Retreat, Karl finally let out a sigh of relief.


    Just as Kieran was about to get out of the car, giving Karl the impression he was finally free, he


    suddenly shut the car door again and asked, “Karl, have you ever done anything totally crazy?”


    Under the barrage of Kieran’s pointed questions, Karl finally lost it. “Boss, I assure you that I am utterly


    loyal to you. I’ve never done anything wrong by you, let alone anything utterly crazy. Please…”


    Before he could finish, Kieran had already left the car. Atst, Karl was finally free.


    When Kieran walked in, he saw Ivan spinning around like a top in the kitchen, taking a peek in its


    direction every few steps.


    Shannonughed and grabbed Ivan’s cor. “Ivan, stop spinning around. You’re making me dizzy.”


    “Shannon, my mom looks so beautiful in an apron. I want to marry a woman just as beautiful when I


    grow up.” Ivan was practically drooling as he stared at his mother’s figure.


    It turned out that Julie was cooking dinner.


    With a pleased smile ying at the corner of his mouth, Kieran walked over, picked up the obstructive


    Ivan, and tossed him aside. Pointing at Julie’s back, he said to his son, “Such a beautiful woman is one


    of a kind in the world, and she’s already married to me.”


    “Hmph! I’m the man my mom cares about the most.”


    Kieran lightly patted Ivan’s head, tossed his coat over the little guy’s head, and took the chance to enter


    the kitchen. He closed the door and locked it, moving quickly and smoothly. Suddenly plunged into


    darkness, Ivan struggled to free himself from the coat. When he finally emerged, he found that the door


    had been locked by


    his father.


    Regretfully, Ivan kicked the door and then yelled in pain, holding his foot.


    Hearing the door close, Julie, who was stewing meat, turned around. Before she could see who had


    entered, she was enveloped in Kieran’s embrace. As she looked up, his kiss descended. He held her


    tightly around the waist, spun her around, and then pushed her onto the kitchen ind. His sweet kiss


    robbed her of breath, not giving her a moment’s respite.