Baby, I Found for You an Awesome Daddy

Eventually, Freddie arrived at Shane’s villa to meet Sheryl. Olive didn’t like Freddie, so she didn’t go downstairs to welcome him. At first, Sheryl didn’t want to greet him either. However, as the host, she had no choice but to go. It was impolite not to greet the guest.

“Welcome. Your room is on the second floor with Olive’s and mine. Your father’s room is on the third floor.” Sheryl pointed to his luggage. “Do you need me to help you carry it upstairs?”

“I can do it myself. You’re a girl.” Freddie carried his bag on his back and looked at the man beside him. “Dad, I’ll put my luggage upstairs first.”

“Okay.” Nathan nodded. He then turned to Sheryl and said softly, “I’m handing my son over to you, Sheryl.”

“No problem. Daddy told Sheryl that I must take good care of you two!” Sheryl’s rosy cheeks made her look super adorable.

Her cheeks must be really soft.

Freddie swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

However, Sheryl didn’t notice his abnormal behavior. She took him to the second floor and introduced the layout of the whole house to him. She told him that there were a lot of things they could do at her house, so it was better not to go outside. Because it would take 3 minutes to drive and 10 minutes to walk from their villa to their neighborhood’s entrance. Even picking up a parcel required a long time.

“But it’s not that bad because the housekeeper will help to pick up the parcels. The housekeeper can drive, which is awesome.”

Freddie listened and even nodded from time to time.

When he put down his luggage, Olive just happened to walk out of the room. Seeing the two of them walking together, she put her guard up and held Sheryl’s hand. “Sheryl, don’t go to his room. Let him unpack on his own.”

Freddie frowned.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He didn’t really like Olive.

Even if he liked Sheryl, even if he really wanted to marry Sheryl, how old was he? He was only eight years old. What did you expect an eight-year-old boy to do to a six or seven-year-old girl? Wasn’t she overly vigilant? It made sense if he was eighteen years old, but he was only eight years old!

Setting his IQ aside, he was still only eight years old!

Sheryl smiled and comforted Olive, “It’s fine. If he bullies me, daddy will deal with him. However, it’s indeed not that convenient for girls to watch a boy unpack his luggage. So, you’ll have to do this on your own, Freddie. I will go back to building puzzles with Olive. You can come over after you’ve finished tidying up.”

“Alright.” Freddie nodded.

Sheryl held Olive’s hand and skipped away. Olive snorted coldly, not even sparing a glance at Freddie.

It was her duty to protect Sheryl.

When Freddie was unpacking, he suddenly realized that Sheryl seemed to call him by his name just now. He only told her once that his name was Freddie, and she remembered it. She even called him Freddie. This meant that just like him, she liked the name Freddie too.

Sweet.

Although she looked small and silly, she was exceptionally cute.

After a while.

Freddie finished unpacking his luggage and came next door to join Sheryl and Olive. Puzzles are just a piece of cake for him. Hence, he stood on one side most of the time, watching the two girls assemble their puzzles. He would only give them pointers when they had no idea how to continue. However, the good thing was that they were very perceptive, and he did not need to say too much sometimes.

“I’m so tired. I want to go eat some ice cream. Do you want to go, Olive?”

Olive shook her head. “I like building puzzles. Plus, I don’t like ice cream.”

“Then you two can play here. I’ll go downstairs first.”

Freddie did not stay upstairs. Instead, he followed Sheryl. Seeing the two of them being so close, Olive pursed her lips.

She sighed.

Olive felt that she was about to lose favor with Sheryl. From now on, there would be one more person around Sheryl. She didn’t know why, but she was quite upset. And she couldn’t explain why she was so sad.

When Sheryl opened the fridge, she noticed that Freddie had also followed her downstairs. She turned around and looked at him. “Umm, Freddie, what kind of flavor do you like?”

“I’ll watch you eat.” His interest was not in the ice cream.

“Okay…”

Sheryl took out a box of yam-flavored ice cream and ran to get a purple fork.

She liked purple and liked to eat yam.

Freddie secretly made a mental note.

“Freddie, I heard from your dad that you’re exceptionally good at Olympics Maths. Can you teach me some tips?” She sat on the swing with ice cream in her arms and swung her feet.

Standing beside Sheryl, Freddie looked at her innocent face and only felt a yearning for her. He was stunned for a few seconds and did not say anything.

“It’s confidential, isn’t it?” She asked.

“No, studying is particularly boring. I think you’re doing quite well. Mathematical Olympiad… is not a must.”

“Of course I know. But don’t you think it’s a personal choice to choose whether I want to study or not? A stupid person like me can study hard, whereas a smart person like you can not study. If you’re not telling me the tips because you want me to live the way you want me to, then we can’t be friends. You are emotionally blackmailing me.”

Freddie was baffled by her explanation and did not know how to reply all of a sudden. He clenched his fists, wanting to say that he did not emotionally blackmail her.

Honestly, Sheryl didn’t care about his feelings. She ate two spoons of ice cream and patted her small belly, saying, “If you don’t want to teach me, that’s okay.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want to teach you. Sorry.” Freddie did not know why he apologized.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Sheryl snorted. “If you think I’m forcing you, then you don’t have to teach me anymore. I just feel like I’m a human, and you’re a human too. If we respect each other, we can be friends or even get married. But if you think I’m your pet… then I’ll be sad.”

It was only at this moment that Freddie came to his senses. He had apologized earlier because he did not treat her like a human being.

He brushed his nose and fell silent.

Sheryl jumped off the swing, leaned into him, and kissed him on the cheek.

Freddie’s eyes widened in shock.

“Oh, you smell good.” Sheryl didn’t feel weird for kissing him. On the contrary, she even reached out and touched the place where she kissed earlier and muttered to herself, “Is this considered a kiss? Freddie is good-looking. It’s safer to kiss him first.”

Hold on!

Wasn’t he the one who liked her?

Wasn’t this happiness coming a little too suddenly?

Freddie felt his mind going haywire.

“Well, let’s go back now. Olive must be worried.”

She said as she walked inside on her own.

In the future.

If someone asked Freddie.

“When was Mr. Doyle’s first kiss?”

At that time, he would be a popular star.

And she would be the director of several companies, traveling around frequently and often leaving him alone. She wouldn’t even think of him.

“Eight years old.”

The reporter had never thought that he would answer the question.

After all, Mr. Doyle had always been cold and distant. The reporter did not expect that he would be so lucky to receive an answer from Mr. Doyle.

The reporter immediately continued asking, “Mr. Doyle, when you were eight years old, were you with Miss Emerson?”

Freddie thought the reporter was referring to Sheryl instead of Charlotte.

“Yes.” Freddie gave a simple and straightforward answer.

Later.

Rumors would be flying all over the city, saying that Ms. Emerson had already started treating Mr. Doyle like her future-son-law when she was eight.

Further into the future.

Sheryl had returned to the country, and the first sentence she would say to him when she saw him was,

“Be careful with your mouth.”

Freddie sighed.

He had always missed the time he spent with Sheryl during his childhood.

She was such a cute girl. How did she become so cold after she grew up?

“I would be mad,” Freddie thought.