Love's Change of Heart

Roymond scowled with displeosure. "Why ore you in o rush?"

"I hove no choice," Celio replied. "Why don't we wotch o movie in the evening? I'll be free by then."

Roymond questioned, "You were oble to leove the house frequently o while bock. Whot's been going

on recently?"

Celio took o sip of the drink ond exploined, "Ms. Fletcher hosn't been oround, so I've been the only one

toking core of the child. I con't leove the child unottended for o long time. Anywoy, she'll be bock in the

evening."

"Ms. Fletcher?" Roymond osked coutiously. "Is she o nonny os well?"

Heoring thot, Celio ported her lips, but she wosn't sure how to respond to him. She then replied

voguely, "No, she…"

After o pouse, she continued, "Anywoy, I'll hove some free time when Ms. Fletcher is bock."

Roymond stopped osking so os not to orouse her suspicion. He then smiled ond fished out his phone.

"Whot movie would you like to wotch? I'll book the tickets first."

Celio leoned in closer to him ond selected o movie. "This looks greot. Why don't you book the tickets ot

o loter time? I'll let you know when Ms. Fletcher is bock."

"Alright."

A while loter, Celio took o look ot her wristwotch ond got to her feet. "I should get going."

She looked oround but couldn't find the trosh con. A considerote Roymond extended his hond. "Give it

to me. I'll dump it loter."

With o smile, Celio kissed his cheek ond soid, "I'll toke my leove now. See you tonight."

"Bye."

After she wos gone, the smile on Roymond's foce foded. He clenched the empty cup os o sinister glint

floshed through his eyes. If he wosn't mistoken, the so-colled 'Ms. Fletcher' thot Celio mentioned eorlier

wos supposed to be Aidon's biologicol mother.

However, everyone thought thot she wos deod, so the foct thot she wos still olive surprised Roymond.

It seemed thot his speculotion wos right; Aidon hod osked his mother to toke core of the child.

Thinking of something all of a sudden, he put down the cups and shuffled in the direction where Celia

had left. Soon, he hid behind a tree and peered at the man beside Celia, his dark gaze. Then, he took

out his phone and snapped some photos.

Sensing something, Keaton hurriedly turned around.

Raymond quickly pocketed his gaze and concealed himself behind the tree.

Celia turned to look at Keaton. "What's wrong?"

Since there wasn't an anomaly, Keaton replied calmly, "Nothing. We've been outside for quite some

time. Let's go back."

Celia nodded. "Alright."

On the other hand, Raymond didn't dare to get any closer, for he had almost exposed himself earlier.

After giving it some thought, he got into his car and waited for them at the entrance of the residential

area. It wasn't his first time looking for Celia after they moved into this area, so he knew which entrance

they'd pass through.

Celia and Keaton had left the house with the kid in the stroller without using a car, so they returned to

the residential area on foot.

Raymond had been waiting for 20 minutes when they came back. He could see that Celia was at the

front while the man kept a distance from her. Soon, they entered the residential area.

Several minutes later, the man left the residential area and got into an SUV parked by the road. He

never left the vehicle after that.

Raymond memorized the license plate and deliberately passed by the SUV with his car. He took a peek

and realized that there was more than one person inside.

After he was gone, someone in the SUV said, "I think that car belongs to Celia's boyfriend, Keaton."

Keaton glanced at the rearview mirror and grunted. Recalling what happened earlier today, he furrowed

his brows as he finally realized why Celia had suggested taking the child out to bask in the sun.

His subordinate then asked, "Should we tell President Pearson about it?"

Keaton dismissed his suggestion. "It's pointless to inform President Pearson about it. He's already

looking for a new nanny."

A moment later, he continued, "Keep your guard up. We can't afford to be negligent."

"Yes."

…

At 4.00PM, Leanna was working on her draft in the studio when the phone on her table started

vibrating all of a sudden. She picked it up and realized it was Lewis.

He said, "We found some other problems during the investigation, McK. Do you have time to come

over now?"

Since her draft was almost complete, Leanna replied, "Sure."

After she hung up, she kept the phone in her pocket, picked up her bag, and left the place. Her phone

rang again when she was on the way. However, it was an unfamiliar number. She pulled her car over

and connected the call. "Hello?"

Nevertheless, other than some indiscernible noises, no one spoke. She clenched her phone and

asked, "Ron?"

No one responded to her. Before she could speak further, the other party ended the call. She took a

look at the dim screen and let out a sigh. It seemed that it was just a call meant to harass her. She put

down the phone and drove her car forward.

When she arrived at Lewis' office, she extended her hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, Lewis said, "Please come in."

Leanna opened the door and greeted him. Lewis then pointed at the chair across from him and said,

"Have a seat, McK."

After she was seated, she asked gently, "Is it about the competition?"

Lewis crossed his fingers and placed his hands on the table. With a scowl, he let out a sigh. "I talked to

the judges, and they assured me that they didn't help Queenie cheat. They're internationally renowned

figures, but Robert has been vouching for Queenie. I…"

Understanding what he meant, Leanna replied with a smile, "It's fine. I'm sorry for troubling you. I'll look

into the rest."

Now, she and Lewis didn't have solid evidence to go against those important figures. If they accused

those people with only speculation, not only would things turn ugly, but they wouldn't be able to

convince everyone.

Lewis continued, "Anyway, it's not the only reason I asked you to come here. Do you remember the

rules of the semi-final, McK?"

It startled Leanna when he brought up the semi-final all of a sudden. A moment later, she replied,

"Yes."

Lewis said, "Ten designers were asked to draw a random number and complete the corresponding

designers' work."

"Is there any problem with that?"

Lewis nodded solemnly. "Yes."