New Life : A Second Chance

Chapter 298 - The Bet



"Who caves in first?" Xing Han asked.

"The stakes?" Kyle asked back.

"If I win, pork chops everyday!" Xing Han exclaimed, his mouth-watering.

"If I win, instant noodles every week!" Kyle grinned.

Xing Han stared at Kyle, "No. Another one. That\'s too unhealthy for you. The stakes are too high."

Kyle tsked. Even at this, Xing Han was taking his responsibilities seriously, "Fine. Then no making me come out for Valentine\'s Day. You take my spot."

Kyle grinned widely at that as Xing Han paled.

"Deal," he said grudgingly, "Unless if you\'re on tour - then choose something else."

"Agreed," Kyle said, "So we shall portray to the lovely world how much we looooove each other. If you cringe, you lose."

Xing Han laughed, "You\'re saying that to me, your BFF who doesn\'t mind whatever you do? Hah. Prepare to lose!"

Kyle and Xing Han shook hands while Little Kyle just looked at both of them, shaking his head.

There is actually a reason for this action. Kyle was simply making it fun to achieve that.

Hiding in plain sight had another layer to it. People are generally uncomfortable with PDAs. It\'s somehow acceptable to show your affection in public but still, it doesn\'t mean that the public likes watching. Some may be fascinated but most of the time, they would avoid looking.

Especially if it was \'over-the-top\' sort of PDAs.

Kyle wanted to be out of the cabin as much as possible in order to monitor the situation, yet, he didn\'t want to have people observe them too closely. With how cute Little Kyle is, and - let\'s face it, how beautiful Kyle was - there was a huge chance that people would come up to them.

However, if Kyle was acting lovey-dovey with \'her boyfriend\', there are less likely people who would want to intrude. It would be too uncomfortable. For those that were too thick-skinned, however, Kyle would simply \'up the game\', so to speak.

It was a good thing Xing Han is such a good sport and feels nothing about cozying up to him. After all, if he didn\'t even think twice about asking for a french kiss, this small amount of PDAs would be nothing to him.

The bad news was, when they passed the area they had left the couple, it was empty.

Now, they had to figure out where those people had gone. The fact that there was no alarm meant that Cornelius had not alerted the train personnel about the missing Little Kyle. Which also meant that they didn\'t want people to know that they had Little Kyle.

That fact made Kyle worried.

Cornelius had the legal right to have Little Kyle with him. The fact that he did not want the authorities to know that. Which meant that this was not as simple as a stepdad \'getting back\' at his wife.

[Kay, did you get anything out of their phones?]

[Nothing suspicious] Kay reported [This guy has hundreds, if not thousands, of texts and data. It is taking a bit of time to go through them]

[What filter are you using?]

[Anything related to Kyle and his mother, plus that woman] Kay stated [Why? What\'s up?]

[Things just don\'t add up] Kyle revealed as they were heading to the dining cable [He\'s woken up but hasn\'t filed any report about Little Kyle being missing]

[Expand the filtering] Kyle said [And increase the search in the area that Cornelius was heading to. Check out what he\'s supposed to do there]

[Got it] Kay replied and decided to immobilize some MIB agents and contact Big Bro Nitocris. This went beyond a simple kidnapping, so Kay needed some agents on the ground and also to find out if the underworld had any information or hints about this.

Little Kyle was getting nervous when he noticed that Cornelius wasn\'t there. His eyes darted about in fear, worried that he would see him. Or her. And then take him away again.

He gripped Kyle\'s hand tighter, clutching his handbag closer to his body, his fingers curled up tightly on the material.

Kyle, feeling this, gently disentangled himself from Xing Han\'s hold and picked up Little Kyle. He struggled a bit, not wanting to be treated like a baby but Kyle was firm. He carried him, held him close to his chest as he made Little Kyle put his head on his shoulder while patting his back.

"It\'s okay," Kyle said gently into his ear, "There\'s nothing to be ashamed of, to get comfort when you\'re scared."

"I\'m not scared," Little Kyle mumbled, burrowing his face deeper onto Kyle\'s neck. He didn\'t want to admit it, but he felt really calm right now. Even though Kyle was dressed up like a woman, the strength in his arms showed otherwise.

"Yes, I know you\'re a strong boy," Kyle said with a smile, "Just let me hold you for a while then. I miss holding babies."

Which was true, really. Right now, Kyle\'s daughter is 6 years old. Though already \'grown up\', hugging and holding her was still quite normal. Hugging Little Kyle close to him made Kyle feel warm inside.

Xing Han smiled at that and put his arms around Kyle\'s waist again. When they entered the dining cable, everyone\'s eyes gravitated towards them. They truly made a very ... unusual picture. The couple was very young, so it was obvious that the child was not theirs yet the way they acted made it seem like they could pass off as a young, married couple.

The only weird thing was, the woman was breathtakingly beautiful while the guy ... well, he was just ordinary looking. Still to some guys, that gave them hope. Perhaps the girl was just a friend? Maybe they could just saunter over and introduce themselves? Get to know her? Maybe use the little girl as a way to her?

Just as they were thinking that, they saw how caring the guy was as he led them to a table. He took the little girl out of her hands and the woman gave him such a gentle, sweet smile. She kissed his cheek, and he grinned stupidly as he put down the little girl next to her.

They sighed, thinking that it was sweet. They continued to stare and watch.

Little did they know, that little display was only a beginning. Soon, their faces were so red that they were looking everywhere but at them.


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