<b>Caleb’s </b>phone rang. After a moment, he put it down and said, “I have something to take care of. I’m heading back first–want toe along?”
Jorge snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes darkening slightly. “No, I’m waiting for someone. You go ahead. Let’s catch up another time.”
“Alright.” Caleb left.
Once his figure disappeared, Jorge turned and walked toward the cafe.
As he pushed the door open, he happened to run into Wynn, who <b>was </b>about to take Jordyn to the restroom.
Both of them stopped in their tracks,
Wynn recognized him and <b>said</b>, “Mr. Robinson? What a coincidence<b>.</b><b>” </b>
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“Yeah.” Jorge closed the door behind him, letting his gaze sweep across the cafe. Then, he spotted Trevor at the counter, ordering from the server.
Retracting his gaze<b>, </b>he let it fall on Jordyn.
It only took <b>a </b>single nce for him to be almost certain–Jordyn was Trevor’s daughter. She resembled him by at least 50%.
Still, he asked, “And she is…?”
Wynn lowered her eyes slightly. “Trevor’s daughter.”
As expected.
Jorge’s heart sank.
At that moment, Jordyn spoke up, “Wynn, who’s this handsome man?”
Wynn bent down and tapped Jordyn’s little nose, smiling gently. “A friend of mine.”
“Oh…” Jordyn nodded.
Wynn then turned back to Jorge. “Mr. Robinson, are you meeting a friend-”
Before she could finish<b>, </b>Jordyn interrupted, shaking Wynn’s arm. “Wynn, hurry, take me to the restroom.”
<b>She </b>had milkshake earlier, and now the urge to go was bing unbearable. Seeing that Wynn still seemed Inclined to chat, she couldn’t help but cut her off.
And because she was so anxious, her tone came off as more like amand.
Jorge frowned slightly at the way <b>Jordyn </b>treated Wynn–it was as if she was ordering her around.
Yet, Wynn didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. She remained as patient and gentle as ever, smiling warmly. Alright, I know. I’ll take you right away.”
Then, she <b>turned </b>to Jorge and said, “<b>We’ll </b>head out first. See youter.”
Watching this, Jorge felt even more uneasy. But he wasn’t in any position to say anything, so he simply <b>offered</b>, “I happen to need the <b>restroom </b>too. Why don’t we go together?”
Wynn smiled. “<b>Sure</b>.”
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Jordyn, truly desperate, couldn’t wait for Wynn any longer. She let go of her hand and ran <b>toward </b>the restroom on her own
Seeing <b>this</b>, Wynn forgot all about Jorge and quickly followed. “Jo, wait for me!”
Jorge watched, his frown deepening. In lids eyes, Jordyn was far too willful.
Jordyn was about to <b>say </b>something when she suddenly halted, turning to look off to the side.
“Jo?” Wynn caught up, noticing that she had stopped in her <b>tracks</b>. A thought shed through her mind–could she have seen Celeste?
ncing at Jorge, who was approaching quickly, Wynn’s eyes flickered as she took Jordyn’s hand.
“Jo<b>, </b>didn’t you need the restroom? Let’s-”
“Mm.” Jordyn nced around a few more times but didn’t spot Celeste again
Convinced she must <b>have </b>imagined it, she didn’t look any further and hurried into the restroom.
However, Celeste was indeed in the direction Jordyn had been looking, but she was blocked by the crowd.
Amidst the bustling shopping <b>mall</b>, neither of them noticed the other.