Chasing After My Beloved Wife novel Chapter 32

"Did I guess correctly? Really?"

Connor laughed out loud. His amorous eyes couldn't hide his shrewdness. Shawn frowned. How could his guess be so accurate?

"Don't show me such an expression. If you want to know how I got it right, then go to Red Sleeves. You know, this month's turnover hasn't even reached half of my expectations."

Originally, he was still contemplating on which lonely friend to look for to help boost this month’s sales, but someone served himself up on a platter.

"You're a man of virtue."

Shawn snorted coldly as he started the car, heading in the direction of Red Sleeves.

In less than five minutes, the Rolls-Royce stopped at Red Sleeve’s entrance.

"Boss, Mr. Richard."

When the receptionist at the door saw them getting out of the car, he immediately bowed 90 degrees as Connor threw the car key to him.

"Take care of Mr. Richard’s car. Take two bottles of the most expensive wine in our store to the private room and put it in his account."

"Okay."

They passed by the noisy hall and walked through the long corridor. He and Connor's private room was in the innermost section of the building.

When the door to the private room closed, the noise outside was suddenly shut out. The whole world became quiet. Shawn took off his suit and threw it onto the sofa before sitting down in his usual seat.

Connor also leaned back on the sofa as if he had no bones. HE reclined like a charming rogue with not a care in the world. His legs trembled and he placed them on the table. It was said that birds of a feather flock together. However, compared to Shawn, his charm was more natural.

The waiter brought in the wine. After confirming the temperature in the room was to their liking, he left quickly.

"Just two bottles of wine?"

"Look at what you're saying. Now it's popular to pay to know the answers to your questions. These two bottles of wine are the cost of your questions."

Shawn frowned and poured himself a glass of wine. His narrowed eyes were filled with irritation. "Did I say I wanted to ask you something?"

"Then don't ask."

Connor snatched the wine from him with a smile. He took a small sip, and his lips curved in a smile.

He had worn the same pair of pants as Shawn and played with him since he was a child. Although he didn't know what the man ate every day, Connor knew him very well. He even knew when Shawn started growing hair on his lower body.

The wine glass was snatched away, but Shawn was used to it. He struggled for a long time before awkwardly opening the bottle. Then he poured himself another glass of wine.

"Why did you guess it was her?"

Connor saw that he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer and immediately sat up straight. The corners of his eyes twitched as he swiped open his phone and showed Shawn the news he had seen more than ten minutes ago.

"Answer my question first. Is this little boy who can already walk and talk, really yours and Vivian's son?"

Shawn didn't expect him to change the topic again and frowned with dissatisfaction. Seeing that the picture was taken when he and Vivian brought Dalton to the amusement park, he became more annoyed. "Vivian was pregnant when she left."

If Joye hadn't forced Vivian to leave, maybe he would have gotten married to Vivian, and the child wouldn't have been deprived of fatherly love for three years.

"Bro, this is not something that can be determined so easily."