Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 70

"Sylvia." As she stood on the street ready to hail a taxi, a Bentley RV suddenly pulled up, and she was momentarily stunned.

It was actually Charles Jacobs!

"Sylvia, let me drive you home." He opened the car door, tall and elegant as he stepped out, his eyes shining as he looked at her.

Sylvia snapped back to reality and immediately shook her head, smiling as she declined, "No need, thank you. I have to pick up my two children from kindergarten now."

"Two children?" His eyes dimmed, surprised. "You have two children?"

"Yes, I have a pair of children who are already five years old." She spoke frankly.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled, "Perfect, I’ll accompany you to pick them up."

"No, the children are very sensitive and fragile around strangers. Really, there’s no need. Thank you for the spices today. Another day, I’ll treat you to dinner." She smiled, shaking her head, and hailed a taxi.

"Sylvia, where's your husband?" Charles Jacobs suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked.

He really did not expect that she would get married and have children all these years!

Her breath hitched, and the face of the bastard, Arthur, flashed through her mind. Without thinking, she blurted out, "He's dead."

Just in time, the taxi pulled up.

Sylvia broke free from his grasp and got into the car.

The taxi quickly drove away.

Charles stood there in a daze, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

He turned and got into the car, following closely behind.

In another luxury car under the street-side trees, Arthur's eyes, dark and malevolent, had been watching them.

He had passed by here on his way home from the Bridgewater family group today, thinking of checking on how Sylvia had been doing these past few days.

The invitations to the tea party had already been sent out.

He didn't want any embarrassment to happen at that time.

Sylvia's heart was filled with motherly love, happiness evident in every corner. Every cell in her body exuded joy.

After spending some time with the children, she stood up, holding one of their little hands in each hand. The family of three walked out of the kindergarten gate, laughing and smiling.

In the Bentley luxury car parked by the roadside, Charles sat in the driver's seat, staring at them without blinking. His sharp gaze fell on Christopher's face, a face identical to Arthur's.

There was no doubt.

The father of these two children was Arthur Bridgewater!

In this world, no one knew Sylvia better than he did.

She would only give birth to a child for the man she loved, which was him, just as he imagined!

A trace of pain flashed in his eyes!

Sylvia, I've missed you once. This time, I won't miss you again.