<h4>Chapter 163: I Can Be Your Mother</h4>


    Sheldon nced at his watch.


    If it weren’t for the fear that this fool would get into an ident, he would have left right away.


    “Do you think I’ll let you go if you don’t talk?” Hunter suddenly lunged to his feet, propping the table with both hands. The frenzy in his eyes was shooting out.


    Other guests were eyeing them with curiosity.


    “Hunter Johnson!”


    At this moment, the door of the cafe was pushed open, and a figure hurried forward, grabbing his arm.


    Hunter turned his head and saw ire hurry over. In an instant, his cold eyes turned into a pool of spring water. “ire…”


    ire ignored him and said to Sheldon, her voice still cold. “Thank you.”


    This was the first time the two had talked after the incident.


    Sheldon looked away, too shy to look at her. “It’s okay…”


    “I’ll take him away.” ire dragged Hunter out of the cafe.


    Sheldon was taken aback and immediately turned his head, only to find that the opposite side was empty.


    Through the floor-to-ceiling window, he saw the two of them standing on the roadside.


    Under the neon light, Hunter threw himself on ire, holding her. He refused to let go.


    Sheldon’s eyes dimmed. He clenched the coffee cup tightly, and his tongue was bitter.


    “ire… ire, I missed you so much…” Hunter rubbed his head against ire’s neck, sniffing her breath.


    He said aggrievedly, “ire, you didn’te to me because you raised other dogs outside, right?”


    Feeling itchy, ire pushed the man’s head away and said a little impatiently, “It’s gettingte. Go back quickly.”


    The man stared at her with his watery eyes, his pupils like ss beads dipped in water, revealing a bit of disappointment, but still mixed with strong liking.


    Under this kind of gaze, ire’s heart did a flip, and in the end, shepromised and said helplessly, “You’re the only dog, satisfied?”


    “Okay!” Hunter smiled and threw himself at ire again, hugging and rocking her vigorously.


    ire was shaken into dizziness. “Can we go back now?”


    Hunter let go and suddenly took a step forward, squatting in front of her with his back to her. “ire, it’ll be tiring to walk. Let me carry you.”


    ire paused, then refused. “No.”


    Hunter turned his head, looked at her with eager eyes, and urged. “Hurry up.”


    “…”


    ire looked around and saw that there were no people around. She took a step forward and slowly clung to the man’s shoulders with her arms.


    Before she could stabilize herself, Hunter had already supported her butt with one hand. He pushed her up, and started walking along the street step by step into the night.


    ire stared at the man’s soft ck hair and her ear tips flushed red in the night breeze. She suddenly remembered Ethan Muller’s words.


    He turned out to already have… a beloved woman.


    What kind of a person was she?


    “ire? Has anyone carried you before?” Hunter suddenly asked her, breaking the silence.


    ire slowly stretched out her arms and put them around the man’s neck. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and answeredzily. “Yes, my mother used to carry me like this.”


    “Don’t be sad, ire.” Hunterforted her softly.


    After a moment of silence, he said very seriously, “I can be your mother.”


    “…”


    When they returned to the Johnsons’ house, ire lulled Hunter to sleep.


    ire walked downstairs.


    Mr. Hopkins stood in the lobby, rubbing his hands, looking a little embarrassed. “Miss ire, I’m really sorry for what happenedst time… my attitude was too bad.”


    ire didn’t care about it though. She touched the portrait in her pocket and said solemnly, “Keep an eye on Hunter during this period of time. Don’t let him step out of the house.”


    Mr. Hopkins was a little surprised but didn’t ask much.


    As if knowing why she said so, he nodded. “I see.”