Mark walked toward us with a kind smile on his face and his hands behind his back. Suddenly, I was at a loss for what to do. It was bad to talk about people behind their backs, and I was caught in the act.
“You’re here,” I mumbled without calling him Dad. That form of address was still too difficult for me.
“Mr. Goldstein.” Christopher stood beside me.
“You’re still unwilling to call me Dad.” Abruptly, Mark sighed and glanced sideways at Christopher. His eyes were cold, and I could feel an invisible pressure exuding from his body as if he would get angry at any time. Immediately, I was intimidated by the intense aura.
Standing next to Christopher, I did not dare to step back. If Mark was angry, I could not let him vent his anger on Christopher.
Nevertheless, Christopher did not give in and looked into Mark’s eyes. Neither of them moved. Abruptly, I felt nervous because if there were any conflicts between them, the consequences would be disastrous.
“Hahaha!” After a while, Mark burst out in laughter and remarked, “As expected of Gordon’s son. Not bad.”
“Thank you, Mr. Goldstein.” Christopher was still standing beside me, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
“You’re patient and calm. These days, there aren’t many young people who can carry themselves well like you. Most of them are impetuous.” Touching his chin, Mark pulled me to his side satisfyingly and said proudly, “As expected of my daughter. You’ve such a good taste in men.”
I was a little embarrassed, for he would praise me at every chance he had. In the past few days, I had heard more compliments than I had heard in the past two decades. Could it be that he’s even making up this aspect for me?
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