Chapter 509 The Man Who Resembles Me


    Le couldn''t wait to be with Charles after Chris left. She had to pick up Charlie from the kindergarten


    at 3 o''clock that afternoon.


    Charlie''s big bright eyes looked very simr to Charles'' and Le had grown very fond of the little boy.


    After picking up Charlie, she went to the market to buy premium cut pork ribs and chicken which were


    Charlie''s favorite food.


    "Eat more," Le urged Charlie as she saw him put down his chopsticks. Little Charlie resembled


    Charles not only in appearance but also in personality. Like Charles, Charlie spoke little but he was


    very smart for his age. He had a look of sophistication and had an air of royalty about him. His mind


    was sharp and mature for a three-year-old, Le mused tenderly.


    "If you like them, mom will make more pork ribs and chicken for you tomorrow," Le told Charlie with a


    tender smile. Watching him sitting at the table looking all serious tugged at her heart.


    "I''m full," Charlie said, taking a small sip of water. He dabbed his mouth regally with the table napkin


    and made as if to leave the table.


    "Charlie, wait!"


    Le looked at Charlie timidly and said,"I want to talk to you,"


    Unbelievable as it may seem, but she always felt shy and humble in front of Charlie, a three-year-old


    boy. He never called her mom and she always felt like his nanny even though she raised him as her


    son from infancy.


    Le sat up straight, trying to act strictly and remind Charlie that she was his mother. But Charlie''s cold


    disdain as he regarded her made her change her mind immediately. She was intimidated by Charlie


    and knew in her heart that she would be just his nanny forever.


    Preparing some fruits and arranging them on a tter, she set them in front of Charlie. He ate the fruits


    delicately with his fork like nobility. ''Charlie looks so cute, '' Le thought staring at Charlie wonderingly.


    He looked so cute that she wanted to hug him and kiss him but his distant air made her give up the


    idea. She knew that Charlie hated being close to anybody. If she tried to hug or kiss him, she was


    afraid that he would throw the fruits at her face, so she never gave in to this urge.


    In order to keep the peace, she continued to sit motionlessly in her chair.


    When Charlie was about to finish eating the fruits, Le cleared her throat and said,"Charlie, do you


    want to have a father?"


    "No, I don''t!"


    Charlie answered coldly without any hesitation.


    Hearing his cold reply, Le felt embarrassed for asking.


    She exined to Charlie carefully,"If you have a father, he will buy you new clothes and toys. He can


    take you to all the ces you want to go. He could also get someone to teach you how to y the


    piano. I know you wanted to learn the piano but our house is too small. If you have a father, he can buy


    a big house that can amodate even ten pianos."


    "Did that mane back for you?"


    Charlie asked, looking at her shrewdly.


    "That man? Which man are you referring to?"


    Le frowned, regarding Charlie with amazement and confusion in her eyes.


    "The man in your phone."


    Charlie''s face was inscrutable. "The man which resembles me,"


    "Hmm…yes,"


    Le admitted reluctantly, trying to gauge Charlie''s reaction. She was surprised to learn that Charlie


    had seen the pictures of Charles she kept in her phone. She kept Charles'' photos in her phone and


    looked at them every night like a besotted teenager. She was embarrassed to know that Charlie knew


    about the pictures but never once raised the subject. "Charlie, that man is your natural father," Le


    said seriously.


    "I know,"


    Charlie replied in a bored tone,"I recognized him right away because he looks a lot like me."


    "Oh… okay." Le felt relieved at how Charlie received the information. Feeling a little anxious, she


    asked Charlie,"If he wants you toe live with him, will you agree?"


    "Why doesn''t hee and ask me himself?"


    Charlie retorted imperiously.


    "Come again? What did you say?"


    She wasn''t sure she heard Charlie correctly.


    "I said, let hime and ask me himself!" Charlie said. "I want to ask him where did he go and how a


    father can leave his son,"


    Charlie stood up, his little body erect and proud. "It''s time to go to bed. I''m going to take a bath now."


    His words shocked Le. She couldn''t believe that such words wereing from the mouth of a three-


    year-old. For a while, she just stood looking at Charlie''s retreating figure, and then hurried to follow him


    to his door. "Charlie, do you want mom to run the bath for you?"


    "Leave me alone!"


    The door closed behind him with a slight bang.


    Le felt despondent. She just wanted a cute, normal son but what she got was a cold, little boss baby.


    Charlie couldn''t understand why he had no tender feelings for Le. In fact, he hated Le''s intimacy


    and he found her touch repulsive.


    He had never called her mom and rejected her care out of instinct.


    He took a bath and put on clean pajamas. He put the dirty clothes in the washing machine. After a


    while, he climbed on his bed and read a short fairy tale until he felt sleepy.


    Hisst thought as he drifted off to sleep was that he would leave this house and see the outside world


    when he grew up.


    That night, Charles called Le and asked her for a drink. She had just finished her chores and was


    waiting for Charles to call her. She tiptoed to Charlie''s room to check up on him before she left home.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Every time Charles asked her to go out with him, he would drink and talk about Autumn and what


    happened in the past. She knew that tonight wouldn''t be any different. She tried to humor Charles and


    pretended to listen eagerly to his every word. ''When the dayes that he will get tired of talking


    about the past, that day I will make my move, '' Le promised herself.


    These days Charles was just a shadow of the Charles she knew in the past. He still looked handsome


    and aristocratic but he was leaner and more gaunt. After a few drinks, he was reduced to crying and


    calling out Autumn''s name repeatedly. The sight was heartbreaking for Le to see.


    Reaching out, Le hugged him tightly, murmuring over his head softly,"Hush darling, don''t be sad. I''m


    here."


    Charles was too drunk and was unaware of his surroundings, but Le''s words seemed to pacify him.


    After a while, Le drove Charles to his home.


    She came across Chris at the house. A servant came to take Charles up to his room at Chris''


    instructions. Turning to Le, she said,"You''ve gotten close to my brother in a short time. You''ve been


    scheming long enough."


    Le reacted to the scorn in Chris'' voice,"I think you have misunderstood. Charles invited me out for a


    drink. I didn''t refuse him because he looked so sad and depressed. I hope you can help him to quit


    drinking as it''s bing quite serious. If he doesn''t stop soon, it will damage his health."


    "I think you''d better take care of him yourself. I think there''s no more chance that Autumn wille


    back to him,"


    Chris said in a resigned tone. "If you''re really serious about him, why don''t you grab the chance


    tonight? You know what to do so he wouldn''t find any excuse to refuse you anymore."