Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 633 - 462: The Obsessed Man and the Resentful Woman_2

Cynthia was not at all shy and started giggling with her little mouth wide open when she saw him, waving her little hand too.

"Cynthia, don't smile at him, he's a bad man,"

Taylor scolded with a crinkle of her nose.

"What kind of nonsense are you teaching, keep talking like that, and I'll ask for the custody of the children again,"

Link said with dissatisfaction, gently lifting the little darling in his arms, her weight of over ten pounds felt almost nonexistent in his hands.

"Be gentle, your hands are so heavy, be careful not to hurt Cynthia,"

Taylor cautioned from the side.

Link couldn't be bothered with her and carried the little darling around the house.

The little darling also liked him a lot, lying in his arms with her big blue eyes staring at him intently without blinking, her mouth revealing a sweet smile that could melt hearts.

Taylor, watching from the side, was extremely jealous, continually asking him to put Cynthia down, and saying that children so young shouldn't be held too often.

After Link had held her for a while, Alexander woke up, so he took one in each arm, strolling around the villa leisurely.

Taylor followed them around, warning him not to go to the garden, not to go near the pool, not to go to the little pasture, not to sunbathe, nor to feed them anything. She advised him to put the little ones down soon, like a police officer trying to persuade robbers to release hostages.

After Taylor nagged for a while and arranged for a nanny to follow with a stroller, she left to take care of other matters.

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When Taylor got back from the recording studio in the afternoon, she asked where the children were as soon as she entered the door, and the servant said they were sleeping in the baby's bedroom.

Taylor asked where Link was, and the servant said Mr. Baker was also sleeping.

After changing her clothes, Taylor went upstairs to the nursery and saw the two little ones lying in their soft beds, fast asleep, with their little eyes, little noses, and little mouths looking exceptionally delicate and adorable. Every time she saw the children, her eyes would unconsciously soften and the corners of her mouth would naturally reveal a smile.

But when she looked at the big guy sleeping next to the bed, her expression cooled again. She shook her clenched fist in front of his face, and in the end, she poked his forehead with her index finger, telling him to wake up and not to sleep like a lazy bear.

"My dear, you're back,"

Link opened his eyes and stretched. He had been so busy lately and had said he needed to rest after returning, but there was too much to do and no time to rest. Just seeing the little ones asleep made him lie down beside them and fall asleep too.

"My dear? Whom are you calling?"

"Sorry, it's just a habit,"

Link quickly apologized.

"Come outside with me,"

"For what?"

"Just come out!"

Taylor stood at the doorway, her arms crossed.

Link shrugged his shoulders, washed his face in the restroom, and went to the small living room on the second floor.

The small living room faced west, and beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a stretch of forest, and farther away, a clear blue lake, as well as the densely vegetated foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

By September, the red maples and sequoias on the mountain looked like red flames, slowly kindling the entire forest.

Link broached the subject of buying her estate again, or at least a 50% right of residence. He thought it would be nice to vacation here and even go hunting in the Great Smoky Mountains when he had time.

Taylor scoffed at him and asked when he was going back.

Link, lying on a chaise longue, took a bite of an apple and said there was no rush. He had been too busy lately without any time to rest.

Since the place was nice, he was planning to stay for a few days and hoped she wouldn't mind the intrusion.

Taylor clenched her teeth in anger. This jerk had the thickest skin. After breaking up, he acted as if he were still at home - eating when he pleased and lying down when he wanted, without any sense of being a guest.

"You can't stay here. Aren't you worried about Ivanka misunderstanding?"

"Not worried at all. Before coming, Eva told me I had been too tired lately and suggested I stay a few more days here. She also mentioned you were quite lonely here with the kids and the events of July and August had taken a toll on you, advising me to stay and talk with you more,"

Link explained.

Taylor blinked her blue eyes, "Is that really what Ivanka said? I have Ivanka's number. Don't believe me? I'll ask her right now."

Link shrugged nonchalantly, as if to say she could do as she wished, and picked up a bunch of freshly washed grapes, popping them in his mouth one after another without spitting out the skins.

Once again, Taylor's fists clenched tighter, and her eyes fell on the fruit knife. She wished she could control the knife with her mind and stab him twice.

"Do you really think Ivanka is testing you? To see what you'll really think. You walked right into her trap by listening to her. She's not a simple woman,"

"It doesn't matter. I never guess women's thoughts, nor do I act according to them. If I'm staying for a couple of days, it's because I like it here,"

Link said.

"Hmph, you're just causing trouble for me and the children. Since you arrived, the paparazzi have been here too. I just stepped out earlier, and my car was almost surrounded by paparazzi. Now there are lots of news articles online about you running to Nashville to see the children, and there are even trending searches. The longer you stay, the bigger the problem will become,"

"I don't care,"

Taylor was on the verge of exploding; after all her talking, all Link could muster was a three-word response.

"If you can't stay in a guest room, I can sleep in the nursery, accompanying Alexander and Cynthia through the night,"

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Link proposed.

Taylor rolled her eyes. She didn't even want to accommodate him in a guest room, so why would she let him sleep in the baby's room? But seeing his 'I don't care how thick my skin is; there's nothing you can do' attitude, her eyes again fell on the fruit knife.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up with an idea. She picked up a dragon fruit, sliced it open with the knife, and said, "Have you noticed that Alexander's hair is black and Cynthia's hair is gold? They don't look very alike either."