My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 45

"Bella... I’m doing this for Dax. Don’t you realize he needs a man figure in his life!?"

Bella’s hands slowly clenched when she heard that. She couldn’t say anything because she agreed with him.

Old Donovan continued, "You can see how quickly Dax became friendly with me. We just looked at each other; he immediately opened up to me. At first, I was amazed, but later, I realized he needed a figure man to chat with. To play with and learn." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Bella was a little surprised. He knew this because they lived in a remote village in Northern Sweden, and no neighbors were around Dax’s age. He spends his time just with Noora and her.

Now, Bella understood why Dax showed his warm expression more often whenever Sean visited them.

"So, don’t think about other people who are not important in your life, but just focus and think about Dax, your son," Old Donovan said. "Do you understand what I mean, right?"

"Y-Yes."

"So, you agree if I come with you to move to the capital?"

Without saying anything, Bella nodded while holding back her tears. She felt angry at herself for not being sensitive enough to let Dax meet more people his age and the rest of the family because she was too afraid that Sinclair would find out about him. She was too selfish, only thinking about herself.

Seeing Bella’s slightly red face and remaining silent, Old Donovan continued his sentence, "It’s okay, my dear Bella... I know... raising a child is not an easy thing. You have done an extraordinary thing for him so far."

"Thanks, Grandpa," Bella said softly while deeply breathing.

"Okay, you rest for a while. I’ll ask Nick or Noora to call you for lunch later."

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Dax walked behind Noora as they climbed up to the second floor of the building.

They turned into a long corridor that resembled a standard hotel hallway, with doors lining both sides.

At the end of the corridor, a large glass window overlooked a vast expanse of flat terrain blanketed in snow.

He calmly walks, but his eyes narrow, looking at Noora’s back.

Before they reached the end of the corridor, he asked, "Why did you bring me here?" He asked with a deadpan expression.

Noora stopped in her tracks. She turned to see Dax behind her. A warm smile framed her face before saying, "Young Master, I want you to choose your room before I unpack."

"You don’t have to pretend, grandma. "I know you lured me here for a reason," Dax said calmly, still narrowing his eyes at her. "Why?"

Noora, "…"

She didn’t believe this intelligent young man could guess it correctly. It was true; she only made an excuse because Young Miss needed to talk to Old Master.

"Okay, which room do you want, Young Master?" Noora asked. She was trying to ignore Dax’s question. "Hurry up, young master... choose. I must unpack your suitcase because I have to go to the kitchen to help the chef prepare lunch." She made another excuse.

Dax shook his head slowly. He knew Noora had lied to him, but he pushed the matter aside; this must have been his mother’s orders.

He pointed to the room at the end of the corridor and walked there. He entered without waiting for Noora.

Sitting casually on the sofa with his legs crossed, Dax’s eyes were still watching Noora, who was busy arranging his clothes in the cupboard.

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