Chapter 509 I Used to be a Bandit


    He was fascinated and obsessed, wanting to rush up to her, hug her, and tell her he missed her.


    But the reality was that he only dared to look at her from afar, and did not even dare to make a sound,


    for fear that she would see him.


    They came closer and closer. As long as he called them softly, they could see him. But he came in


    such a hurry and eagerness that he hadn''t thought about how to face her.


    Just as they were about to see him, he turned and stood at the corner.


    He had never been so cowardly in his life. Facing his lover and children, he chickened out.


    "Mommy, can I make wontons tonight?" Amanda asked as she walked to the entrance of the


    neighborhood, taking Dolores by the arm.


    Dolores looked down at her daughter and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to do that?"


    "No, but I can learn."


    Just as Amanda finished, Andrew said, "Then you eat your own wontons."


    "Okay! Humph, I won''t let you eat my wontons even if you want to," Amanda tilted her head and said


    loudly.


    Andrew got worried, "What if the wontons you make have no fillings but only wrappers?"


    "It won''t happen. You have to trust me." Amanda took her brother''s hand, "I''ve made dumplings before,


    have you forgotten? I have experience."


    Amanda spoke like an adult. After saying that, she also patted Andrew''s shoulder, "Don''t worry."


    "I remember that you made some doughst time, right? This time Daddy isn''t here and no one will eat


    your dough."


    "You ..." Amanda felt hurt and let go of Andrew''s hand and took Dolores'' hand, "Mommy, Mommy, look,


    my brother is so annoying. He doesn''t trust me and even hits me. The teacher said that children should


    be praised so that they can improve. If he keeps hitting me, I''ll be dumb."


    Dolores felt funny. Could praise make people smart?


    However, she didn''t say so. Well, praise was needed. Otherwise, what if she really got dumb?


    "Amanda is the best. You can definitely make perfect wontons."


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    "Mommy, I want to make wontons too," Andrew said. Otherwise, what should he do when Mommy and


    his sister made wontons together? He wanted to be a part of it.


    Dolores smiled dotingly and helplessly, "Okay, you guys can do whatever you want, okay?"


    The two childrenughed happily. It was like they heard the helplessness in Dolores'' tone and were


    amused by their mischief.


    Gradually, they walked into the neighborhood, and their voices grew lower and lower, and finally they


    could not be heard at all.


    Matthew remained standing in ce. Hearing their conversation, he remembered the time when


    Dolores got petnt and gave him all the dough made by the two children, which made him unable to


    sleep all night.


    He could still feel how he felt at that time. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly without him realizing it.


    Happiness was so simple. There were no shy words, no exciting scenes. Having a simple family was


    happiness.


    He stood on the roadside and watched the building where Dolores lived from day to night. The lights


    went on in that building.


    He found a ce where he could sit, threw his suit on the ground, tilted his head, and quietly looked at


    the building, imagining what the people inside were doing at the moment. He asionally let out a


    giggle as if he thought of something funny.


    Oscar arrived at Dolores'' house. As he parked his car, he happened to see a man sitting on the


    roadside giggling. After he got out of the car, he nced in the man''s direction again. He just thought


    he had been mistaken. This time, he was sure he wasn''t mistaken. There was indeed a man sitting on


    the roadside, very handsome, but like a fool.


    Oscar felt sorry for him. It was a pity that such a good-looking man was a fool.


    He just got back and had to see Dolores right away, so he didn''t have time for this. He walked quickly


    into the neighborhood. He came back on the noon flight, so he waster than Matthew, and Theresa


    shouldn''t be back until tomorrow morning. She took the evening flight.


    Oscar arrived just in time to see Dolores and the two kids making wontons. He changed his shoes and


    walked in, "Well, I''m back just in time for dinner."


    He walked to the table and saw the wontons on the table, partly exquisite and partly horrible. He


    frowned, pointed to the dough made by Andrew and Amanda, and asked, "What are these? Are they


    edible?"


    "Not for you." Amanda was irritated.


    "Well, what''s wrong with Amanda today? Did you eat dynamite? If you don''t let me eat them, I can grab


    some." Hearing Oscar''s words, Amanda pulled a wry face and nced at him, "You''re a bandit, huh?"


    Oscar rubbed her head, "I used to be a bandit."


    Amanda''s eyes widened. All the bandits she''d seen on TV were bad guys. Could he be a bad guy too?


    "Bandits are bad guys, so are you a bad guy too?"


    Oscar immediately denied, "I''m not a bad guy."


    "Then why do you say you''re a bandit? Bandits are bad people." Amanda was so stubborn that she


    had to make it clear.


    Oscar pulled up a chair and sat down, "Well, I am whatever you say." After saying that, he thought of


    the person he saw downstairs and said to Dolores, "You should be careful when you go in and out of


    the neighborhoodtely."


    "Hmm? What''s going on?" Dolores looked up and asked.


    "I see a fool at the entrance to the neighborhood. I''m afraid he''s mentally ill and will hurt you and the


    two kids," Oscar said seriously.


    "Really? When I came back, I didn''t see anything unusual downstairs, much less any fool." Dolores put


    the wontons on the table and took another piece of wrapper.


    "You''d better be careful. Why would a normal person sit on the roadside and giggle? He looks good-


    looking, and there''s a suit thrown on the ground. I guess he probably failed in business and was


    stimted. Nowadays, people who fail in business will even jump off buildings! It ismon for them


    to be fools. Have you seen the news? A pretty bigpany in C city was acquired, and its owner


    almost jumped off the building."


    Dolores got up after finishing thest couple of wontons and prepared to go cook them.


    When Dolores didn''t answer, Oscar added, "Do you hear me? Be careful! You must drop them off and


    pick them up every day. If you don''t have time, just let me go. Don''t be careless. If you lose such


    beautiful children, you''ll regret it."


    Dolores knew Oscar cared about them. She smiled and said, "Okay, I will."


    Andrew got flour and meat on his hands while making the wontons. He wanted to wash his hands, so


    he got out of his chair. Oscar kept talking to Amanda. When he heard the movement, he looked over at


    Andrew. When he saw his face, he froze for a moment and thenughed out loud, "Andrew, why do


    you look like a fool?"


    Andrew''s face darkened, "You''re the fool."


    Oscar froze for a moment, not expecting such a big reaction from Andrew. But, on second thought, he


    knew why he was so angry. No one would be happy to be called a fool. For a moment, Oscar thought


    that Andrew looked so much like the "fool" downstairs. He exined, "Although you look alike, I know


    Andrew is a smart kid who is going to be a big boss in the future. How can you be a fool!"


    Oscar thought since Dolores didn''t want to ept JK, then JK could be given to Andrew in the future.


    Andrew washed his hands and walked out, looked at Oscar, and asked, "Where''s the fool? I want to


    see how stupid he is."


    Oscar sat motionless in his chair and pointed to the balcony, "You can see him by standing on the


    balcony and looking down."