Episode 5

Originally, Patrick was sitting on the sofa and flipping through Kenneth's information. The other day he was busy with official duties and had no time to take care of it. Now, when he came back, he remembered that he still had a young gentleman under the reminder of Aunt Lee.

He glanced at his photo and couldn't help frowning. That immature face was half ignorant and half well-behaved. He had never come into contact with such a soft and cowardly omega, it looked like a little trouble.

As for the information underneath, he didn't have any interest in reading it anymore, anyway, it was just a bargaining chip, lying aside like other unimportant documents.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and looked at the small figure at the door, squatting on the ground with his schoolbag on his back, with clean short hair and white skin with a transparent texture.

Immediately he saw a pair of timid, clear eyes like a deer, long eyelashes hanging down on the white face, and reddish ear tips.

Seeing Patrick, Kenneth swallowed, obviously trying to calm himself down, and his soft voice answered his question just now with a tremor, "It's appropriate and appropriate."

Patrick didn't know that he had caused such a lot of pressure invisibly, and his timid little eyes seemed to cry out in the next second.

A little playfulness arose in Patrick's heart. He was different from the people he had seen before. Those people were afraid of his power and money, but he was afraid of him?

But still involuntarily lowered his voice, "Come here."

Patrick's voice was very low, but there was a magical power that people couldn't help but indulge, and his voice was good.

His obedient appearance was indeed poked somewhere in Patrick's heart, which was really interesting.

Kenneth was tensed, his heart beating, he still walked over obediently, but he didn't dare to look at those eyes, just kept staring at his toes.

"Fear me?"

Kenneth couldn't hear whether it was ridicule or playfulness, but his scorching gaze prevented him from lying directly. He wanted to nod but was afraid that he would be returned if Mr.Chi didn't like him. He didn't dare to move, so he bit his lower lip and didn't speak.

A faint arc hung at the corner of Patrick's mouth, "Huh?"

This word gave Kenneth some intangible pressure, as if a hand was pinched on his neck to torture a confession. If he didn't tell the truth, his slender neck would be broken off.

"Fear..." Kenneth nodded cautiously, and shrank his neck back. He couldn't hear the word in his mouth any more lightly.

He squeezed his hands, the tip of his nose began to seep with fine beads of sweat, his breathing was stagnant, and his lips trembled slightly.

Did this answer make Mr. Camp dissatisfied? Was he angry? But he would be even more angry if he didn't tell the truth, then how would he throw himself out?

Kenneth was completely plunged into his own imagination. If he was returned, his uncle would definitely kill him. As he thought about it, fear engulfed him, and his back was sweating cold.

Patrick looked at the little child, who was too scared to shake as a sieve. He was fragile like a ceramic doll, and would be shattered at the touch of a touch.

"I, I'm sorry." Kenneth whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He saw Patrick's eyes even more shocked.

Then he knelt down and made a "boom" sound on the floor.

Patrick was stunned by his kneeling, and the child's behavior really stunned him.

That was how the Lamb family educated children?

What was wrong?

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