Immediately, Jacob stepped forward domineeringly and said to Hanson arrogantly, “Hey, let go of that woman’s hand.”
Hanson didn’t expect this little child to change his attitude so quickly. He was soft and cute just now, but now he had become a ferocious little kitten.
Hanson curiously looked at him but did not let go.
Seeing the sudden appearance of Jacob, Vania wanted to withdraw her hand in surprise as if she had been caught on the spot.
Upon feeling Vania’s movements, Hanson tightened his grip and looked at Jacob provocatively.
Jacob said with a cold face, “Remove your dirty hands that have touched other women before. You are not allowed to touch our woman.”
Wasn’t this sc*mbag once with that stinky woman named Melanie? He can never touch my mommy. Even if he doesn’t mind being dirty, I dislike that dirty woman, Melanie!
Looking at Jacob’s angry look, Hanson felt very pleased. He didn’t know why, but for some reason, he felt extra intimate with Jacob.
If other children dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, they would have been kicked away by him long ago, but just like Vania’s two previous sons, he did not seem to make him upset.
Grasping the point of Jacob’s words, Hanson asked, “What if I haven’t touched another woman before?”
Hanson didn’t expect this little boy to be so angry and possessive because he and Vania had held hands.
Jacob’s mouth was pursed flat. Who would believe such a lie?
It’s a fact that he has two sons, so if he has never touched other women, how could they have come about?
Looking at the lying man in disgust, he said, “Don’t think you can use fancy words to deceive my woman.”
His sharp look was as if a knife could fly out and cut the hands that held them together. However, since it came from his soft and harmless face, there was no lethality at all.
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