Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 292 Secrets Between Father and Son

Although it seemed that Adrian had achieved fifty percent success on the surface, he knew very well that it wouldn't be so easy with Dylan. If he failed to secure the remaining fifty percent, it would be a failure.

Even though his son was young, his character was mature, resembling Adrian in his childhood. Suddenly, Adrian regretted how his own personality had made it difficult for him to handle his own son. So when Ruby finished eating and went to play with Lucas, Dylan stayed behind and helped Adrian tidy up.

He didn't complain at all, and despite his young age, he was quite steady in his actions. Adrian quietly observed him and then pursed his lips, saying, "I can handle it, you go play with the other kids."

However, Dylan quietly shook his head and said, "No, Mommy said I can't get by with just eating and drinking. I will do something else." Hearing this, Adrian chuckled softly. "Can't get by with just eating and drinking?" "Hmm," Dylan nodded obediently. Adrian pondered for a moment and then smiled. "Alright, then you can help me by saying a few good things about me in front of your mommy, praising me. That way, it won't be just eating and drinking for you, right?"

Like he heard something shocking, Dylan looked up at Adrian, probably surprised that he would say such a thing. Seeing him looking at him, Adrian humorously asked, "What's wrong? Is this request too difficult for you?"

Under his gaze, the little one pursed his small mouth and remained silent. Adrian couldn't help but sigh and squat down in front of him. "Dylan? Do you dislike me?" It seemed like the word "dislike" was too strong, so the little one quickly shook his head. "I don't dislike you."

"You don't dislike me? Then do you like me? If I say I want to be your dad... Will you be willing, Dylan?" Adrian asked softly.

Dylan looked at him, still silent.

Adrian wasn't in a hurry. The father and son quietly locked eyes.

After a long while, Dylan muttered, "Uncle, it's not up to me to decide."

"Oh? Then who will decide? Your mommy?" Adrian asked.

Dylan nodded. "Yes."

"So, if your mommy agrees, you will agree too?" Adrian said gently.

Dylan didn't say anything, but his expression and demeanor seemed to imply that he had already accepted that. However, for Adrian, it wasn't that simple.

Without a doubt, even if he gained the affection of the two children, there was no guarantee that he could pass Eva's test, let alone win her back.

It was even harder to imagine.

He did have other means though. After all, the children were his, and with a little scheming, he could easily bring Eva back to his side.

But just like Jacob had said, she had left him five years ago because of his own wrongdoing. What right did he have to force her back? Considering this, Adrian rubbed Dylan's head with his large hand. "Alright, go inside. I'll take care of this place."

Dylan didn't argue anymore this time, nodded, and prepared to go in. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned his head, "Uncle, do you know my mommy?"

It was strange. When they accidentally met at the airport before, Dylan had overheard his phone call.

Adrian's voice at that time was cold, his tone was flat, and he didn't even have any expression on his face. He seemed like a powerful and fierce person.

But he turned out to be Uncle NightA, and even wanted to be their father.

This made him feel very strange, and more so, he felt like Uncle NightA already knew mommy, which was why he continuously gave them gifts during their livestreams. After asking this question, Adrian hesitated briefly before quickly realizing.

He looked at the little Dylan standing before him, someone so small that he only seemed to have a tiny presence, yet his perceptiveness was so strong.

This kind of question wasn't asked on a whim.

Adrian tugged at his lips, revealing a faint smile, and then threw the question back at Dylan. "What do you think, Dylan?"

Dylan's lips moved but he didn't answer.

Cunning.

A word flashed through Dylan's mind, a perfect match for the Uncle NightA standing before his eyes.

Dylan suddenly had a feeling that if mommy and Uncle NightA were together, she definitely wouldn't outsmart him. Considering this, Dylan became alert.

Adrian paused, not expecting that his probing question would suddenly raise Dylan's guard.

So, he not only understood his words but also came up with his own conclusions.

Truly, he was Adrian's son.

Intelligent.

Adrian, of course, couldn't let him have any more doubts.

He walked up and gently rubbed the little guy's head, explaining, "Actually, we do know each other, but it's our secret, okay?" Hearing this, Dylan's eyes flashed with confusion. "Uncle really knows my mommy? Does my mommy know you too?" Adrian pursed his lips.

Although it was just a five-year-old child in front of him, considering his remarkable alertness, it was best to tell the truth. After pondering for a moment, he spoke in a deep voice, "Yes, we know each other."

Indeed, Dylan's usually expressionless face finally showed a look of shock.

"But I did something wrong, so your mommy doesn't want to see me for now. But I want to make it up, so can you keep it a secret for me temporarily?" Adrian said.

"Will Uncle hurt my mommy?" Dylan asked earnestly.

"No, I promise you, I won't hurt your mommy," Adrian raised his head earnestly.

The little guy fell silent, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Adrian didn't rush, quietly waiting for him to give an answer.

After a while, the little guy looked up and said, "Then... I'll keep Uncle's secret for now."

Hearing this, Adrian's lips curled up slightly. "Thank you, Dylan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Adrian's large hand landed on the back of Dylan's head again, but this time it didn't leave. His broad and warm palm stayed on the back of Dylan's head, looking seriously at the little guy in front of him. "Dylan, you don't have to be so restrained and nervous in front of me. You're only five years old, so you can rely on Uncle like Ruby does. I will take good care of both of you."

Hearing this, Dylan didn't know why, but his eyes inexplicably turned warm.

Yes, even though he usually showed great responsibility because he was the older brother, at the end of the day, he was still just a five-year-old kid!