His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 535

"Yes, he is," Leila answered, looking at him with a satisfied smile. Turning her attention to Charlie, she demanded,"Charlie, where are your manners? Come here! There is someone I want you to meet."

Knowing their visitor's identity, Charlie pretended not to hear his arrival. But since Leila called his name, he had no choice but to face this man. Switching off the TV reluctantly, he walked towards Charles slowly. He was not looking forward to meeting the father who had abandoned him.

His back was facing Charlie and he didn't notice him standing behind him. Glaring at Leila, he said impatiently,"I didn't come here to see your son. I came here to look at the evidence you have. Show me now." Charles' voice was laced with distaste.

Smiling smugly, Leila responded calmly,"Just turn around and see for yourself." She nodded her head towards Charlie. Frowning, Charles turned around and found the small boy standing straight in front of him. His gaze narrowed as he studied Charlie.

It was like looking at himself when he was at that age. His heart was beating fast as he wondered why this little boy resembled him so much. No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't think of a reason.

"What the hell is going on?" Charles almost shouted at Leila. A dreadful feeling overpowered him as he saw Leila's malicious smile.

"I think you already know the answer. The truth is staring you in the face. Do you still need me to explain to you?" Leila replied, looking at Charles challengingly.

His mind was rejecting the possibility, but the sick feeling in his stomach was telling him something else. Seizing Leila by the throat, he growled at her furiously,"Explain!"

Before deciding to bring Charles to her house, Leila had already made up her mind to make him believe that Charlie was their son.

She knew that she was taking a big risk for lying blatantly but she had no choice. Instead of showing fear at Charles' anger, she just smiled at him and said,"Charles, you're scaring the child."

Releasing his hands from her throat, Charles tried to control his temper. He didn't want to frighten the boy.

Turning to Charlie, he noticed that the boy seemed unaffected by the scene. Nevertheless, he stooped down and spoke to him in a soft tone,"Good boy, you can go to your room now. I need to talk to your mother."

"Okay," Charlie answered cooperatively. It seemed he had no intention of being Leila's pawn. Returning to his room, he turned up the volume of the TV to drown the voices from the living room. He was not interested in listening to their argument.

He was just surprised that he felt no repulsion towards his father.

Charles fixed his blazing eyes on Leila. "I'm waiting for your explanation," he said in a cold voice. Scowling at Leila, Charles didn't bother to hide his contempt.