Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 119

“Are you tired?”

Winston asked as Angela lay down on the bed, having finished getting ready. The child, now changed into pajamas, rubbed her sleepy eyes and answered obediently.

“A little. There was a lot going on today.”

“But you did really well. See? I told you it wasn’t a big deal.”

Winston smiled, gently stroking Angela’s hair. To his surprise, Angela did not resist his hand. Feeling deeply moved by such a huge step forward, Winston said,

“You made a lot of friends, too.”

“Do you think so?”

Unexpectedly, Angela sighed. Seeing the unusual reaction, Winston stopped his hand in confusion. Angela then spoke with a serious expression.

“I don’t know if those kids really like me. I hit that boy because I misunderstood.”

“They probably played with you because they thought you were okay.”

Winston replied in a kind tone.

“Have confidence because I’m here. Even if they don’t truly like you, no one can do bad things to you.”

Though he hoped the child would rely on him, Angela’s response was again different from what he expected.

“That seems cowardly. They only pretend to like me because of you, Mr. Campbell.”

The child reasoned her denial, but Winston furrowed his brows and tilted his head.

“What’s wrong with using what you have? Whether they pretend to like you or really do, it doesn’t change anything for you.”

For a moment, Angela nearly fell into the adult’s trap. Winston silently waited as the child pondered the words. After hesitating briefly, Angela confessed honestly.

“It hurts if they don’t really like me.”

It was a natural statement, but Winston thought differently.

“You don’t know if they’re faking or really like you. Can you tell the difference?”

Angela snapped indignantly, sounding offended.

“Of course I can.”

“No, you can’t.”

Winston immediately denied it. Angela opened her mouth in disbelief, but he continued.

“No one in this world can know. If someone is faking and gets caught, they’re stupid, and dating a stupid person is a waste of time. Cutting them off is good. If they keep it hidden, it means either they really like you or they’re clever enough.”

“Is deceiving others clever?”

Angela frowned, but Winston twisted his mouth in a cynical smirk.

“If you don’t even realize it’s foolish to make an enemy out of me, maybe you have a problem with your intelligence.”

If Angela were a little older, she would have been stunned by this man’s outrageous arrogance. But as a four-year-old, she completely bought into it.

“That’s true.”

Seeing the stubborn child nod obediently, Winston returned to a gentle smile and spoke softly.

“So no more problems, right? Anything else on your mind?”

Feeling courage under Winston’s large hand stroking her cheek, Angela spoke up.

“Well, actually... those kids told me to come to their kindergarten.”

“Kindergarten?”

Winston repeated the word absentmindedly before laughing.

“Do you want to go, too?”

Angela hesitated, then nodded. Wanting to make friends her age was only natural. Besides, the curiosity and warmth toward the kids she just met was an irresistible temptation at this age.

“Then you should go. Don’t worry, I’ll look into it.”

“Really? Can I go to kindergarten, too?”

Winston nodded readily, and Angela cried out in surprise. Seeing the child’s cheeks flush and eyes sparkle again, Winston thought of young Yujin once more. Overwhelmed by an uncontrollable fondness, his face softened into a bright smile.

“Of course. There’s nothing you can’t do. You’re my daughter.”

Angela opened her mouth but couldn’t respond right away. Her joy was so great it was clearly visible.

“Th-thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Campbell!”

Repeatedly speaking her gratitude, she wriggled in bed, unable to contain her happiness. Seeing the excited child’s quick breaths, Winston almost scooped her up but barely restrained himself. Rushing ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) would only cause Angela’s guard to rise again, building an even higher, tougher wall. Instead, he clenched his fist tightly out of her sight and made another offer.

“Call me Winnie.”

The child, still glowing with joy, opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“Winnie?”

“Yeah.”

Winston nodded gently. Instead of hugging her again, this was a small concession he was willing to make.

“Yujin used to call me that, so you can too.”

I’m the only one who wants to call you that.

Yujin once said that, but this time was different. Since Angela was Yujin’s daughter, calling Winston “Winnie” felt perfectly natural. Though he spoke in the past tense, Angela didn’t notice. Considering it a convincing proposal, Angela thought for a moment before nodding softly. Winston was thrilled but didn’t stop there. Seizing the moment, he took a step further.

“Say it, Angie. Call me Winnie.”

At Winston’s words, the child hesitated, eyes darting about, then carefully spoke.

“Thank you, ...Wi-nnie.”

The overwhelming love he felt made his heart feel like it would burst. Winston felt as if he had the whole world at that moment. Unconsciously, pheromones began to overflow, and only later did he realize it and quickly suppressed the scent—but it had already spread thickly around them.

“Sorry, were you scared?”

They’d made it this far. Feeling a hint of failure, he asked, but Angela, with the sheet pulled up to her nose, answered from a distance.

“No, I’m okay.”

The child clearly added,

“I’m not scared today.”

“Good.”

Winston felt inward relief. It was a blessing, but he would have to be more careful going forward. Maybe he should try giving her some suppressants.

“Now, Angie, go to sleep. Feeling sleepy?”

“Yes. Good night, Winnie.”

This time she said his name clearly, without hesitation. Winston barely suppressed another rush of pheromones.

“Okay, sweet dreams.”

Winston turned off the bedside lamp and stood up. Leaving the sleeping child behind with eyes closed, he exited the room. For some time now, the butler had been standing in the hallway waiting.

“All the guests have left.”

“Good work.”

Winston replied as usual to the formal report, but his tone carried a strange emotion. Without reflecting on that nuance, he continued to the butler.

“I always appreciate your efforts. Thank you again this time.”

There were many meanings hidden in his words. Winston’s closeness with Angela was largely thanks to the butler. When he had decided to improve his relationship with Yujin and didn’t know how, the butler gave him unexpected advice.

‘If you want to catch the enemy, you have to shoot first.’

‘How? That kid hates me.’

The butler’s meaning was clear, but for Winston, it was impossible. When Winston sneered, the butler offered a surprising solution.

‘Mr. Campbell, you have an incredible advantage.’

Winston frowned unconsciously, and the butler added expressionlessly.

‘Money.’

Since then, Winston had relentlessly tried to win Angela’s heart, but the child had never even been tempted by gifts. Today, Winston finally understood why. He’d been spending money on the wrong things.

He should have bought her friends.

At last, Winston’s huge advantage shone brightly, just as the butler said. The unusually satisfied smile on the master’s face was met with a faint smile from the butler.

“Not at all. It’s my duty.”

Winston lightly patted the butler’s shoulder and headed toward his room. Tomorrow was a day off. He would take Angela to see Yujin. They’d both be so happy.

Under the hot shower, he recalled Yujin’s smiling face. Had they ever laughed like that after reuniting? He couldn’t remember. If Angela was happy, he would smile too. Thinking of the child blushing and smiling, Winston smiled again.

The child of the one he had loved.

Suddenly, a forgotten memory resurfaced. Not just any child, but the lover’s child. All the happiness suddenly turned to ruin.

How could he feel desire for someone so pitiful and lovely?

Suddenly, he wanted to spit on Harold’s grave.