Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 71: This Son Is Not That Son

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: This Son Is Not That Son
What kind of explanation is this? Keeping mysterious?
Damon Hawke raised his sharp eyebrows, his expression inexplicable.
"Bea, do you have spots on your face? Are you afraid I won’t like you if I see them?"
He really couldn’t comprehend the little guy’s thought process.
What does wearing a mask have to do with him pursuing Elara Don?
"Yeah, I have a birthmark on my face, afraid you’d find it unattractive."
Dominic Hawke’s dark eyes shifted, "I just want to wait until you fall for my inner self, so you’ll definitely accept my unattractive face."
Damon Hawke: "..."
This little guy does have a rich inner life!
Alright then!
He’ll just play along with the little fellow.
As long as he knows the little guy is on his side, that’s enough!
"Uncle Hawke, I’m hungry. Can you treat my mommy and me to dinner later?"
Dominic Hawke patted his little tummy, fearing Damon Hawke would want to see his face, quickly diverted the topic.
"Of course."
"Uncle Hawke, there’s a toy store over there, can we go take a look?"
"No problem."
"..."
Elara Don came out of the bathroom to see the pair chatting warmly at a small stall.
The little guy’s mask had turned into a face mask, revealing his rosy little mouth and exquisite chin.
He held two toys in his hands.
Did Damon buy them for him?
Trying to win him over?
And her son, why did he suddenly like Damon Hawke so much?
Was it because Charlie got hurt due to her negligence, and he’s trying to make up for her?
This child!
Elara Don sighed inwardly, feeling a bit guilty.
Completely unaware, this son is not that son!
Elara Don intended to take her son home, but Damon drove them straight to a restaurant.
Getting out of the car, she saw her son naturally holding Damon’s hand, causing her to sigh inwardly once more.
"Bea, mommy’s taking you to wash your hands."
She needed to hear what was on her son’s mind.
Outside the bathroom, Elara Don took off Dominic Hawke’s mask and helped him wash his hands and face.
"Bea, do you like Uncle Hawke a lot?"
Upon hearing this, Dominic looked at her, "Mommy, I really like Uncle Hawke, can I make him my daddy?"
The little guy’s face was full of expectation, leaving Elara Don at a loss for words.
"Bea, didn’t you say he was a tyrant before? Why the sudden change of heart? Is it because Charlie got hurt, and you want me to take care of him? Actually, to take care of Charlie, it’s not necessary to make Uncle Hawke your dad."
Dominic froze, realizing that the person who called his dad a tyrant must be the real Bea.
"Mommy, Uncle Hawke is cold on the outside but warm inside, he’s a good man. If you marry him, he will surely protect you."
Protect her?
No way!
Because of him, she was nearly mistaken for a thief!
Elara Don grumbled internally, looking at her son’s bright black eyes, and adjusted his clothes.
"Bea, matters between adults are complicated, Uncle Hawke’s family is too wealthy, and there’s quite a disparity between us. If we get involved with Uncle Hawke, people might say we’re gold-diggers."
Say we’re gold-diggers?
How could that be?
Dominic didn’t understand, "Mommy..."
"Alright, you must be very hungry, right? Come on, let’s go eat."
Elara Don cut the little guy off, not intending to continue the conversation.
Charlotte Auntie really doesn’t plan on marrying Dad?
What should I do?
Dominic pursed his small lips, holding the mask, feeling somewhat dispirited as he walked forward.
A man approached, stopping in his tracks upon seeing Elara and her son.
This woman...
It’s her!
The man abruptly turned around, watching Elara and her son turn the corner, catching an inadvertent glimpse of the little guy’s face...
Charlie?
How could she be with Charlie?
Ahead, Elara Don led Dominic Hawke back to the private room Damon Hawke had booked.
The table was already full of sumptuous food.
"I’ve ordered a few dishes, see if there’s anything else Bea likes to eat?"
Damon Hawke handed the menu to Elara Don, his dark eyes sweeping over the masked little fellow, clearly sensing his low spirits.
"Bea isn’t picky, this is already plenty."
Elara Don looked at the elaborate dishes, thinking to herself how extravagant rich people are.
She didn’t want to owe Damon anymore favors, so she planned to pay the bill later.
Time to bleed money!
"Bea, try this egg custard, I’m not sure if you’ll like it, but Charlie loves it the most."
Without any visible hint, Damon Hawke served a bowl of egg custard to Dominic Hawke.
"Thank you, Uncle Hawke."
I am your son after all!
Of course, I love it!
But right now, I just don’t have much appetite!
Dominic Hawke received the custard, politely saying thanks with little enthusiasm.
"You’re welcome."
Damon glanced at Elara Don, serving her a bowl of soup, "Did something happen in the bathroom? Why is Bea upset?"
Did she say anything to the little guy?
"No, I guess he’s just tired from playing."
Elara Don calmly served food to the little guy, pretending nothing was wrong.
Dominic Hawke glanced at her, quietly eating his custard.
Charlotte Auntie sure overthinks.
Dad is wealthy and handsome, if she marries him, she’ll have a good life, why bother about others’ opinions?
Hmm, for Charlotte Auntie to have a good life in the future, he has to keep playing matchmaker for Dad and her.
"Uncle Hawke, mommy likes that dish, it’s a bit far, she can’t reach it, could you please get it for her?"
"Okay."
"No need, I can do it myself."
"..."
Outside the door, a man peeked through the slightly open door at the three inside, his face changing color.
That child isn’t Charlie?
He’s called Bea, and he calls Elara Don mommy!
Could it be that the child is Elara Don’s son?
But why does he look exactly like Charlie?
"Sir? Excuse me, please."
A polite voice from a server broke the man’s thoughts, he hesitated, straightened his clothes, and followed the server inside.
"Damon!"
Hearing the voice, Damon Hawke looked up and immediately smiled.
"Arthur? You’re back?"
Arthur, his older brother’s son.
Their generational rank differed, but in fact, he was only five years older than Arthur.
So in private, they called each other by their first names.
"Yeah, I’m back!"
Arthur laughed lightly, his gaze fixed on Elara Don, eyes unwavering.
He finally saw her again!
He had imagined countless reunion scenarios, never expecting this!
She had a son and was dining with his uncle.
So what’s the relationship between the three of them...
"Arthur."
Seeing Arthur staring unblinkingly at Elara Don, Damon Hawke’s eyebrows subtly twitched.
Arthur snapped back, seeing Damon’s unhappy expression, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I got a bit excited seeing an old friend. Mind if I sit for a while?"
An old friend?
Does he know Elara Don?
Damon Hawke’s eyes showed slight movement as he glanced at him.
Opposite, Elara Don was busy helping Dominic Hawke with his meal, looking a bit puzzled upon hearing Arthur’s words.
She didn’t remember him!
But he never stopped thinking about her!
"Hi, Elara Don, long time no see!"
Arthur suppressed his emotions, smiling as he greeted Elara Don.