On the Day I Was Kicked Out of the Wealthy Family, I Had a Flash Marriage with a Tycoon-Chapter 142: I Don’t Want to Eat With This Big Boss
Tristan Sinclair turned to see the adult and child at the door. Before he could speak, Dean Lynch rushed to explain, "Jean had to run an errand, so I’m watching her son for a bit. She’ll be back to get him soon."
The baby’s bright, dark eyes were also fixed on Tristan Sinclair. His little mouth moved, but ultimately, he said nothing, clinging to his last shred of stubbornness. He knew it was rude not to say hello, but he refused to call Tristan Sinclair ’Grand-uncle’.
’If they won’t let me stay here, I’ll just go to Uncle Chase’s.’
After a moment of silence, Tristan Sinclair suddenly chuckled. "Let him stay here, then," he said. "You go find Old Hank."
"Uh... now?" Dean Lynch asked.
"Now," Tristan Sinclair affirmed.
Dean Lynch glanced down at the baby. "Alright. I’ll just call my assistant to come watch him for a bit."
"That won’t be necessary. I’ll watch him."
"President Sinclair... are you sure? That doesn’t seem quite appropriate."
"You didn’t seem to think it was inappropriate when you wanted me to watch him earlier."
Dean Lynch laughed nervously. "Well, in that case... thank you for the trouble, President Sinclair."
And just like that, the baby was alone with Tristan Sinclair again.
The little guy sat on the sofa and suddenly let out a sigh.
Tristan Sinclair, who was sitting beside him reviewing a file, turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "What’s the sigh for?"
The baby muttered under his breath, "A twisted fate."
Hearing that, Tristan Sinclair chuckled again, pinching the boy’s small cheek. "That it is."
’He’d never liked children, always finding them too noisy. But this little guy was different. He was so poised for his age, always quiet, like a little adult. Tristan found it fascinating.’
The baby pouted, unhappy about having his cheek pinched, but he didn’t protest.
’For Grand-uncle’s sake, I’ll bear this humiliation for now.’
"Would you like some water? Or a snack?" Tristan Sinclair asked suddenly.
The baby shook his head. "No, thank you. Mommy told me not to take things from stran—" He cut himself off abruptly.
Tristan Sinclair had already guessed what he was going to say. He said coolly, "Not to take things from strangers? I’m your grand-uncle’s boss. Am I a stranger?"
"No, but..." The baby looked at him and said earnestly, "we’re not exactly close. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you."
Hearing that, Tristan Sinclair felt a strange pang of annoyance, even though the boy was right.
He turned his attention back to the file in his hands and said no more.
The baby took a laptop out of his bag and resumed his search for information about his father.
「Soon, it was lunchtime.」
Jean Kensington finished her errands and returned to Sinclair Tower, pulling out her phone to call Dean Lynch.
"Uncle, I’m back. Could you bring the baby down?"
"I’m tied up with something and can’t get away," Dean Lynch said. "You should just come up to my office."
"The baby is in your office?"
"Mhm. Wait a minute, I’ll send my assistant down to get you. You won’t be able to come up on your own."
"Okay."
A few moments later, Dean Lynch’s female assistant came down.
"Miss Kensington, please come with me."
"Alright, thank you."
Jean Kensington followed the assistant into the building and soon arrived in front of Dean Lynch’s office. The assistant smiled and said, "Miss Kensington, this is President Lynch’s office. You can go right in."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
"You’re welcome."
Jean Kensington pushed the door open and walked right in. Just as she was about to call for the baby, her gaze met Tristan Sinclair’s. "Pres... President Sinclair!"
"Mommy!" The baby put down his laptop, immediately stood up, and ran to his mother’s side. "You’re back."
Jean Kensington looked down at her son, took his small hand, and smiled. "Mhm, Mommy’s here to pick you up."
Tristan Sinclair’s captivating eyes watched the mother and son. He paused, then said, "Your uncle was busy, so I was just watching him for you."
Jean Kensington looked at him. "Oh. Thank you, President Sinclair." After a beat, she added, "We won’t disturb you any longer, then. We’ll be on our way."
"Wait!"
"Is something wrong?"
"It’s lunchtime. I’ve ordered food, so you can eat before you go."
Worried the baby was hungry, Tristan Sinclair had just asked his assistant to order lunch.
"Ah?" Jean Kensington was stunned for a moment before saying, "That’s not necessary. We’ll just go eat out."
’She didn’t want to have a meal with the big boss.’
Tristan Sinclair’s eyes narrowed. "What? You don’t want to eat with me?"
Jean Kensington forced a laugh. "It’s not that. I just feel it wouldn’t be appropriate."
"It’s not like we haven’t eaten together before," Tristan Sinclair said.
A few years ago, Jean Kensington had just been a girl of seventeen or eighteen. Tristan Sinclair, only in his early twenties, had recently taken over The Sinclair Group. Dean Lynch was already working there, and Jean would often visit him. Occasionally, the three of them would eat together.
Back then, Jean Kensington had been very vivacious and would sometimes stare at Tristan Sinclair with a silly crush. And though Tristan wasn’t much older himself, he had only ever seen her as a kid.
Dean Lynch’s office was quite large, with a couple of guest tables off to the side. Tristan Sinclair glanced at the one by the window. "Go wait over there. The food will be here any minute."
Jean Kensington, holding the baby’s hand, hesitated for a long moment before her gaze hardened with resolve. "President Sinclair, let’s just drop it. We’re going to leave."
Tristan Sinclair’s eyes darkened. He watched her silently for a moment before saying, "Suit yourself. I’ve already ordered the food. If you two don’t eat, I’ll just make Dean Lynch finish it all by himself."
Jean Kensington: "..."
’The nerve of this guy, threatening her!’
Swallowing her retort, Jean Kensington added, "Since when did you become so frugal, President Sinclair? So worried about food going to waste."
Tristan Sinclair said nonchalantly, "Waste not, want not."
Jean Kensington: "..."
’She’d never heard the proverb used quite like that.’
"Fine. I’ll take it to go, and I’ll wire you the money."
A corner of Tristan Sinclair’s mouth quirked up. "Do I look like I’m hurting for cash?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Jean Kensington fell silent.
Just then, Tristan Sinclair’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen before answering. "Yes, what’s up?"
"Understood. I’m on my way." With that, Tristan Sinclair stood up and strode out of the office.
He left Jean Kensington standing there, utterly bewildered.
The baby looked up. "Mommy, are we leaving?"
"Let’s go."
Jean Kensington led the baby out of the office. Her eyes briefly flickered toward the man’s tall, imposing figure before she quickly looked away and headed for the elevator.
The two had just walked out of the building when a car pulled up in front of them. The window rolled down, revealing Chloe Sterling’s face. "Get in," she said.
Jean Kensington: "Chloe! What are you doing here? I told you you didn’t have to come."
Chloe Sterling tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. "I’m already here. Are you planning to just stand there?"
Jean Kensington smiled, then got into the car with the baby.
「Before long, the three of them arrived at the Crimson Wing Dojo.」
Damian Rivers, who hadn’t been seen for days, suddenly appeared. When he saw Chloe Sterling walk in, his lips curved into a smile. "Chloe. Long time no see."
One must be polite to visitors, so Chloe Sterling simply said coolly, "Young Master Rivers."
Damian Rivers: "..." "Do you have to be so distant?"
