What on earth is this little troublemaker up to?!
If Justin sees that face, what then?
Startled by the push, Cyrus looked up, only to see a discontented and faintly reproachful expression on Jordan’s face.
He hadn’t seen Jordan wear such an expression in years.
"Uncle Jordan." Cyrus’ voice was cold, revealing a touch of confusion in his tone, but he didn’t continue to speak.
Jordan glanced outside again and saw that Justin was still standing there, mentally cursing the guy to take a hike.
Expressing helplessness with a pursed lip, Jordan decided it was time to rid of Justin and close the door.
Just as he was about to push the door shut, he heard Grace chirp at the entrance, "Bad uncle."
Jordan’s lips curved into a smirk.
His face filled with satisfaction he took a look at the bewildered man outside. Even the gesture of closing the door seemed quite cheerful.
Bending down, he patted Grace’s head, delighted with her.
"Grace, you’re right. From now on, let’s call him the bad uncle."
Grace nodded and triumphantly took out a piece of beef jerky from her bag, offering it to Jordan. For original chapters go to NoveI(F)ire.net
Getting her gesture, Jordan took the jerky and helped Grace to open it.
"Who’s this bad uncle?"
Charlotte walked over with a puzzled look, casually asking the question.
She had been in the kitchen handling some stuff and hadn’t heard the noise outside. Seeing them all squatting by the door, repeatedly mentioning "bad uncle," she became rather curious.
"Sis, it’s nothing. Can you help me bring these things to the kitchen first? I bought quite a lot of good stuff," Jordan changed the topic, intending not to tell Charlotte about the unpleasant event outside.
"How much stuff did you buy? You took so long to return." Charlotte didn’t suspect anything and simply looked down at the shopping bags full of items.
Indeed, there were quite a few.
Just as she was about to pick up the items and bring them into the kitchen, she heard Cyrus whispering, "There’s someone outside the door."
"What?" Charlotte instinctively looked at Cyrus. His face had a look of desolation, somewhat forlorn.
How come this kid seems down, it has only been two months since she last saw him.
"Mommy, Cyrus says there’s someone outside. It’s the bad uncle."
Grace glanced at the downcast Cyrus, and whispered in Charlotte’s ear
"Someone?" Charlotte instinctively looked at Jordan, who was not far away. His face quickly passed a moment of embarrassment.
Jordan scratched his head, thinking the thing was no longer hush-hush.
"It’s Justin, he’s been outside the door the entire time," Jordan’s head was low, his voice soft and slightly guilty.
"Justin?" Charlotte felt her heart rise to her throat.
She glanced at Cyrus and Grace but didn’t say anything. Instead, she pulled Jordan’s sleeve, indicating with her eyes that he should follow her to the kitchen.
Knowing what she meant, Jordan tossed a few snacks in front of Cyrus and Grace, then followed Charlotte into the kitchen.
"Did Justin not see the children just now?" Charlotte was unconsciously a bit tense.
Justin knew she lived here. His sudden arrival today must be for a reason.
Could he become suspicious of the children’s identities?
Or has he looked into something? Or perhaps already recognized something?
At present, the biggest worry for Charlotte was that she didn’t know how much Justin had figured out.
With Justin’s capabilities, investigating some things wouldn’t actually be difficult.