Chapter 306
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Silently, he hoped Brenna would accept.
A moment later, Ethan’s composed voice broke the silence. “Alright, I’ll pick you up tonight.”
After ending the call, Ethan sat back down, his thoughts drifting to the news about a flight arriving from Norview at the international airport.
“Brenna must be picking someone up,” he murmured.
He recalled that Jayceon had been in Norview for the past several weeks, still searching for Ellie. Though he sympathized with Jayceon, there was little he could do to help.
Brenna was at the airport—was she there to pick up Ellie? Or someone else? Ethan wasn’t sure.
Neville noticed the serious expression on Ethan’s face and guessed he was troubled by Brenna’s refusal. “Mr. Mitchell, is everything alright?” he asked.
“Yeah. Book a table for me at Sky Heaven for eight o’clock tonight,” Ethan said calmly.
Neville quickly left to make the reservation while Ethan hesitated, contemplating whether to inform Jayceon about Brenna’s actions.
Then he remembered that he had already betrayed Brenna once. He couldn’t bring himself to do it again. After all, a wife meant more to him than a friend.
Jayceon was responsible for his own problems; it was his job to seek forgiveness from his wife.
Thinking this, Ethan felt relieved. By remaining loyal to Brenna, he would avoid ending up estranged from the one he loved, like Jayceon.
At the airport, Brenna’s face lit up when she spotted a familiar figure—a tall, beautiful woman maneuvering a large luggage cart, with a charming little boy perched on top, eagerly waving at her.
“Brenna!” Patrick Moore jumped off the luggage cart and ran toward her.
It had been two years since Brenna last saw her godson, and he had grown noticeably taller. She spread her arms wide and bent down to embrace him.
Patrick showered her with kisses and gently held her face. “I missed you so much! Did you get me a gift?”
𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺
His gestures were overly dramatic, yet his words showed unexpected maturity.
Wearing trendy sunglasses and a sleek black jacket, Patrick drew admiring glances with his stylish appearance.
“What a handsome young boy!” a young woman nearby said, clearly charmed.
Ellie, following with the luggage cart, spoke firmly, “Get down now. You’re getting too old to cling to Brenna like that.”
Patrick reluctantly let go of Brenna and pouted. She handed him a white box and playfully pinched his cheek. “Here’s the latest custom car model I designed. I need it for a lecture soon, but you can play with it until then.”
Patrick’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Brenna, is this one of those models you can build and take apart?”
Brenna nodded, “Yes, it’s just the kind you like.”
Upon opening the box and seeing the sleek blue car model inside, Patrick smiled happily. “It seems you’re even more skilled than before.”
Brenna smiled gently. This child was flawless in every way—except for being a bit too clever. At just six years old, his thoughts were nearly as mature as an adult’s, and the things he said never quite sounded like those of a child.
Ellie softly ran her hand over her son’s hair, her expression one of clear frustration. “I’m so envious. He is my son, but he’s so attached to you. His interests mirror yours—cars, mechanics, airplanes, warships. He’s even into coding, just like you. Sometimes I think he might actually be your child.”
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