Chapter 88 Going Home
After leaving Happy Living restaurant, Alex saw that Flynn brought along his gang to personally take away the seven or eight goons he had defeated.
Flynn did not notice him, nor did he bother to greet him anyway.
Seeing how the incensed Flynn reprimanded his men, he believed that those stupid goons would not be spared.
After Flynn and his entourage left the scene, he got into his own car. He took off his mask, stored it in a secret compartment, and finally drove home.
When he got home, he saw Heather eyeing him with indifference.
“Where were you last night? Why didn’t you come home?” Heather asked Alex icily.
They have not even gotten divorced, yet Alex had already started staying out late for god-knows-what. What did he take her for?
Heather was resentful. The whole night she had tried to reach him, yet Alex had not once answered his phone. Surely he must be fooling around, or be involved in some illicit tryst.
Or else why would he ignore her calls?
What infuriated her more was that even during the daytime, Alex had not replied to a single message she had sent.
Just as Alex was about to defend himself, little Stanley ran out excitedly from his room.
“Daddy! I want to go to the playground tomorrow! Quinn and her friends called me a bumpkin because I’ve never been to a playground before! They don’t even let me play with them anymore!” Stanley looked at Alex expectantly with two eyes full of childish anticipation.
“Okay, daddy will bring you to the playground tomorrow,” Alex assuaged as he picked up Stanley, all the while feeling guilty for neglecting his son.
For the past few years, he had kept himself low-profile, living a low-key life for personal reasons. Only once in a blue moon had he ever brought Stanley to the amusement park. Perhaps it was time to accompany his growing boy out to play more.
“Yay! Quinn will be there tomorrow too! I want to play with her,” quipped Stanley happily.
Alex could not help but smiled. His own son, since young, loved to play with other girls and disliked hanging out with boys. He wondered if that would affect his character development.
For this, Alex felt that he needed to pay more attention to his growing son so that Stanley would not grow up to be a sissy boy. It would be too late then.
“Mommy, I want you to come along too, okay? You also have not played with me for a long time.” Stanley pleaded with his eyes as he looked innocently at Heather.
Although her heart was still filled with anger towards Alex, having gazed into the anticipation radiating from her son’s eyes, Heather’s heart softened instantly.
“Sure. Mommy will take you out to play tomorrow,” replied Heather with a smile escaping her lips.
Stanly struggled to reach into Heather’s embrace, so Alex passed him over.
“Mommy, you are the best!” Stanley rubbed Heather’s cheeks. It had been a long while since both dad and mum brought him out to play, and for that, he was filled with childlike glee.
“Well then, come give mommy a kiss,” said Heather happily.
“Muah!”
The child gladly gave Heather a peck on her cheek.
Witnessing this heartwarming scene, Alex tried to explain his side of the story to Heather. “Last night I was out drinking with Dylan. I got too drunk to drive, hence I slept over at his place.”
His explanation was only half of the truth, but now that Heather’s anger had subsided, she did not mind too much.
“Hmph! Didn’t you say that Dylan’s wife is not a very friendly person? Wouldn’t she berate you for imposing on them?” Heather retorted.
“They are divorced,” blurted Alex bluntly.
“Why are they divorced? They haven’t had children yet right?” Heather’s curiosity was piqued.
Alex glanced at Heather, and without a word, headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal.
In this issue, he felt that he shared some similar grievances with Dylan.
Heather had mentally cheated on him. She had fallen in love with his other self.
He felt that it was extremely ironic.
