Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 119

“Daddy where are you going?” Rowan asked as he took the flowers and looked at Vincent.

Just now in the car dad took a phone call.

After taking that call Dad’s demeanor changed.

“Is Mommy Doris sick again?” Rowan asked after him.

Vincent just instructed in a faint voice, “You stay with your mom at ease, you have dad on your Doris‘ mom’s side, don’t worry.”

Upon hearing this, Rowan only nodded, “Then dad, you remember to help me give flowers to Doris’s mom!”

“Well, go inside.”

Rowan and Vincent waved and walked into the studio.

Vincent retracts his eyes and turns to leave.

On a holiday like tonight, the roads are prone to traffic.

Isolde heads back to the office to grab her coat and bag, ready to leave with everyone else for the hotel.

“Mom!”

Rowan’s voice came from outside.

[solde gave a start and walked out of the office to see Rowan running towards her.

But he was stopped by Cassius before he could reach her.

“Why are you boy here again!” Cassius grabbed Rowan by the back of his collar, “Who brought you here?”

“Dad sent me here.”

Rowan was a little upset at being grabbed by the back collar, but he didn’t make a scene this time and politely greeted Cassius, “Uncle Cassius, Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Cassius froze.

What’s going on?

This kid suddenly changed his nature?

“Uncle Cassius, can you let go of me? I’m a bit uncomfortable with you holding my collar like that.”

Cassius: “……”

He feels out of place to a fault, but Rowan is acting so knowledgably polite, he can’t afford to bully him.

Cassius lets go and looks at Rowan, raising an eyebrow, “Where’s your dad?”

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Focus on Revenge: A Photographer’s Killer Shot

Chapter 119

“My dad has work, he went to be busy first.” Rowan answered dutifully.

What Doris’s mom told him he kept in mind!

In the future, in front of his mom, he can’t mention Doris’s mom, and he has to be an obedient and understanding good boy, so that his mom will love him as much as before!

Rowan suddenly becomes so well–behaved, giving Cassius a whole won’t.

He looks to Isolde, “What do you think?”

Isolde glances at the flowers in Rowan’s hand, “This is for me?”

“Yeah!” Rowan immediately handed the flowers to Isolde, “Mom, I bought this flower when dad and I went to the flower market, I think it’s very pretty, mom, if you take a picture with it, you’ll definitely be beautiful like a fairy!”

Isolde gave a beat.

Every year on Valentine’s Day in the past, she would make flower bouquets with her own hands, and the style was similar to this one

in Rowan’s hand.

Rowan obviously remembered her preference.

Rowan saw that Isolde was hesitant to reach out and take it, and was a little apprehensive, “Mom, do you not like this flower? Did I choose poorly?”

Isolde wrinkles her eyebrows, somewhat torn.

“It’s okay.” Rowan retrieves the flowers and looks at Isolde with a pleasing smile, “Mom you don’t like this, then I’ll buy you another one, okay? What kind do you want?”

The expectation in the child’s eyes was so genuine.

Isolde was not able to be ruthless after all, pursing her lips and letting out a sigh, she reached out and took the flowers, “Thank you, I

like it.”

Rowan’s eyes lit up, “I’m glad you like it mom!”

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