The look in Marilyn's eyes grew cold when she stared at Malcolm. She glanced at the dim sky and said indifferently, "Mr. Lowe, Roland and I have something to attend to. We have to go."
Marilyn evaded Malcolm's question.
It would be better not to answer.
Most likely, Roland was doing it with good intentions.
Malcolm was not going to let Marilyn off easily. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.
He took a look at the caller ID and saw that it was Julian.
Malcolm suddenly looked at Marilyn with a bright smile and said in a deep voice, "Lynn, see you tomorrow!"
Then Malcolm picked up the phone and walked out.
Roland pursed his lips in anger but did not say anything.
Marilyn had stood up. When Roland saw this, he also got up. The two of them did not speak and walked out with tacit understanding.
Standing not far away, Malcolm was answering the phone, but his eyes were fixed on Roland and Marilyn, who were leaving side by side. The dim and intense look in Malcolm's eyes was unfathomable.
On the other side of the line, Julian said something. Malcolm did not hear clearly, so he asked, "Julian, what did you just say? Say it again!"
Julian repeated impatiently, "Malcolm, I said that someone secretly erased Marilyn's traces. They obviously know that we have been investigating Marilyn, and are determined to prevent us from finding any traces of Marilyn."
Malcolm frowned, his cold aura lingering between his brows. As he watched Marilyn and Roland leave on a motorcycle, his gaze was sharp and cold. It was Roland. Only he had such strong connections.
Only Roland had the ability to erase everything about Marilyn.
"Malcolm, are you listening?" Julian asked.
"I am." Malcolm's face darkened and his tone was cold.
"Malcolm, the fastest way to find out now is to take a maternity test. Let Debbie and Marilyn take a maternity test."
"No, don't make this matter public yet. Now that Carolyn has been replaced by Velma, I have another way to check if Marilyn was Carolyn. Come to the office tomorrow morning and I will tell you what to do."
Upon finishing speaking, Malcolm hung up the phone.
Malcolm raised his eyes and looked in the direction that Marilyn and Roland left in.
"Roland, Lynn and I are childhood sweethearts. You can't take her away from me!" Malcolm thought.
Moreover, Marilyn and Malcolm had a son.
Malcolm raised his eyebrows triumphantly.
He stood there for a long time before he turned and entered the restaurant.
Malcolm sat opposite Sergio.
Sergio glanced at Malcolm and asked casually, "Malcolm, this is not like you. When did you learn to steal another guy's woman?"
Malcolm frowned and looked at Sergio's indifferent expression. "Steal?"
Malcolm's cold tone made Sergio frown.
Sergio lowered his head and elegantly drank a mouthful of water. With a smile, he said, "Did I say something wrong? I can tell that Roland likes Ms. Chapman very much. Isn't what you did stealing?"
Malcolm smiled coldly. The look in his eyes was strange. The warm light made his delicate and perfect facial features look more chiseled. Malcolm had a straight nose and thin lips. In addition to his bright eyes, he was strikingly handsome and refined.
They would know later who stole whose woman.
Malcolm picked up his utensils and ate gracefully.
Even though the dishes were cold, he felt they were delicious.
Sergio looked at Malcolm and smiled but did not speak.
Sergio put down his fork and elegantly crossed his legs. He leaned back slightly with a cup of drink in his hand. His pretty eyes curiously fell on Malcolm, who was eating with his head lowered.
Malcolm ate for a while and felt Sergio's gaze. Chewing, Malcolm looked at Sergio. Seeing that Sergio's gaze was very strange, Malcolm couldn't help but ask, "Is this your first time seeing me eat? Your curious face makes me feel a little embarrassed."
Sergio smiled elegantly. His every move was graceful.
Sergio said, "The dishes are cold, but you seem to enjoy them. You look aloof on the outside but very happy on the inside."
Malcolm also smiled. He had a son. Of course, he was happy.
In the past, he did not even dare to think about having a son.
Suddenly, one day, Malcolm had a son. The boy was good-looking and a famous child star, so Malcolm was naturally happy.
Sergio looked at Malcolm and felt that Malcolm was hiding something from him.
Sergio could not help but ask, "Malcolm, are you hiding something from me?"
Malcolm looked up with a smile on his handsome face. "Sergio, why do you ask?"
Although reserved, Sergio was very meticulous.
Nothing could escape Sergio's eyes, but for the time being, Malcolm couldn't tell Sergio he had a son yet.
The fewer people that knew about it, the better.
Sergio looked Malcolm up and down. After hearing Malcolm's answer, he was even more certain that Malcolm was hiding something from him.
The four of them were friends who had grown up together. One look or one action, and they could understand what the other person was thinking.
Even though it was Malcolm, Sergio knew clearly what he was thinking.
Among the four of them, Sergio was the most meticulous and had the sharpest eyes.
Sergio smiled and said, "Every cell of yours is telling me that you have something on your mind."
"Really?" Malcolm smiled, "You have always been sharp-eyed. You're kind of right. But I can't tell you what it is now. I'll tell you later."
After finishing speaking, Malcolm lowered his head and continued eating elegantly.
Sergio knew Malcolm well and vice versa.
Malcolm would not reveal anything he did not want to say.
Sergio's eyes darkened. He had guessed correctly. If Malcolm didn't tell him, it would be a little boring.
Roland brought Marilyn all the way to the villa.
That was when Marilyn realized that this place was right across from the villa Malcolm had asked her to buy.
But this place was closer to the school, and it was also very convenient for Marilyn to pick up and take the children to and from school.
Under the twilight sky, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the horizon red. The sunset was gorgeous, the light and shadow were mottled.
The lights were on.
Marilyn got off the motorcycle. What came into view was a small building with two and a half stories in a foreign style.
There was a small courtyard overgrown with weeds. The ground was covered with fallen leaves. It seemed that no one had lived there for a long time.
Roland took off his helmet and looked back at Marilyn. He smiled and said, "Lynn, do you like this place?"
Marilyn retracted her gaze and looked at the smiling Roland. She happily nodded. "Roland, thank you. This place is great."
Roland glanced at the house and pursed his lips. "Lynn, let's go in and take a look."
"Alright." Marilyn smiled and walked in front.
Roland looked at her slender figure from behind, and his beautiful eyes flashed.
Roland recalled something. There were too many puzzles in his heart.
"Hello, Elvira."
"Roland, I need a favor."
Roland was very surprised when he suddenly received a call from Elvira, Carolyn's mom, that day.