Second Marriage

Chapter 535 Banquet II

A cold male voice suddenly sounded, shocking everyone who was taking pictures of the little boy.

The low male voice was as cold as ice, and it penetrated everyone's ears to the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone shuddered unconsciously and looked back at the source of the sound.

They found that man with a cold aura in a mask stood there, with one hand in his pocket, looking

sharply at them. His powerful aura on his body made them horrified.

"You, you are..."

"Since the boy has already refused you, you should just get out of here, right?" Kennedy said again, This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

and the words from his thin lips were unceremonious, like a sharp arrow.

The faces of several people paled, because Kennedy's words were too unpleasant.

"You, why do you say that to us? We just took pictures and didn't do anything to him, you..."

One of them refuted, but Kennedy shot his icy gaze to the speaker before she could finished speaking.

She was so frightened that she bit all the rest of the words back, and then said pitifully, "Sorry, I know, I

will delete the photos right away."

After that, she took out her phone and deleted all the photos she had just taken in front of everyone,

and then turned around and left.

The man in front of the mask was no ordinary person at first glance, and the people invited by the

Nelson family was either rich or noble. Before coming, her family told her not to cause trouble, so she

should leave as soon as possible.

The one who took the lead just now was obviously a little unconvinced, but seeing that others had

deleted the photos and left, she could only shut up.

She took out the phone and deleted the photos, and other people hurriedly deleted photos and left

when they saw it.

When the crowd dissipated, Kennedy retracted his gazes, sneered in his heart disdainfully, and then

turned to leave.

It was really not quiet anywhere.

Therefore, he had never liked this kind of occasion, if it was not forced, he would not come here with

such a suit.

After two steps, a sweet voice came from behind.

"Thank you, sir."

Kennedy's steps stopped. After a moment of silence, he slowly turned his head back.

Under the faint light, a small boy stood there. He was wearing a small suit prepared by an adult, but his

face was wearing an cartoon mask.

Mask?

Kennedy narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the black eyes that appeared behind the little boy's

mask.

For some reason, Kennedy felt that his eyes was familiar.

Where had he seen them?

Jack smiled at Kennedy, he reminded Kennedy, "Sir, I'm thanking you."

"..."

Kennedy came back into his mind, and said indifferently, "So what?"

There was a slightly surprised look in Jack's bright eyes. After a while, he said seriously, "Shouldn't you

say, you are welcome, when people express their thanks to you?"

Hearing it, Kennedy sneered, his tone still cold.

"You're welcome?"

Jack nodded, then walked towards Kennedy with short legs, stopped in front of him and waved to him.

Kennedy stood there with a cold look.

"Sir, can you bend down?"

Kennedy frowned and said, "What the hell are you doing, little guy?"

"Oh, I think the mask you wear is very special, so I want to have a look at it, OK?" With that, Jack

immediately looked at Kennedy with pitiful eyes, full of expectation.

Somehow, Kennedy was so upset when he saw the look in Jack's eyes. He scolded coldly, "Be manly

and stand up straight!"

Jack was startled, and panic flashed in his black eyes immediately.

"Sir?"

"As a man, how can you show such expressions and look?" Kennedy scolded him as if he was Jack's

senior, completely forgetting that it was only the first time that he and this child had met.

"Oh." Jack looked at him blankly, "Can you teach me?"

"What, you want me to teach you?" Kennedy narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Can you afford the

tuition?"

Jack pursed his lips and nodded vigorously, "My mom is rich."

Jack mentioned his mommy suddenly, and Kennedy a little interested. He slowly squatted down in front

of Jack, his voice still cold, "Your mommy?"

"Yes, my mommy is rich, so can you teach me?"

Kennedy stared at him thoughtfully. He was far away just now, and now he was getting closer to him.

Kennedy found a faint familiar smell on him. His thin lips moved. Before he could speak, Jack asked

him again, "Sir, can I touch your mask?"

"Yes……"

No……

In fact, Kennedy wanted to refuse Jack.

He was not a caring person. How could he agree to such rude requests from a child.

But today he made an exception to help the little guy in front of him, and also agreed to his request to

touch his mask.

After he agreed, Jack reached out his hand and leaned towards the mask on his face.

Kennedy frowned and looked at his little hand, which looked so soft, making him have the urge to touch

it.

Kennedy, "..."

Damn, what was he thinking about?

Just when Kennedy was thinking, Jack's hand had touched his mask.

Although through the mask, Kennedy could still feel the feeling of being touched. Kennedy was rarely

so close to people, and he took an uneasy step back. However, when Jack saw him back, his hand

followed him and touched his mask again.

Jack laughed and said, "Sir, wouldn't you like to touch my mask?"

"No."

Kennedy refused in a cold voice.

Jack continued to poking Kennedy's mask, seeming to have a lot of fun.

Suddenly.

Kennedy grabbed Jack's soft palm impatiently, and was amazed at how a child's hand was so soft,

softer than cotton.

"Sir?" Jack looked at him as if he was curious. The cartoon mask on his face made him look extremely

cute.

Cute……

Kennedy had always believed that using cute to describe boys was a kind of humiliation.

For both adult and underage men.

So in the past he felt it was shameless.

But now...he actually thought little guy in front of him was...cute? ?

Kennedy was a little distracted, squinted his eyes, and said coldly, "Didn't your mommy tell you not to

get too close to strangers?"

"Why?" Jack's head crooked again.

"Because strangers are generally not good people."

"I believe you are a good person."

Jack's soft voice came into Kennedy's ears, and he found that his heart was melted by Jack.

Kennedy's look darkened, and he looked down at the small palm in his palm.

"Why do you believe that I am a good person?"