Gluey Love Between Us

Chapter 58

After rummaging through the house for a long time, he still could not find Victor's album.

Victor stood up straight, frowned, and asked, "Why are you looking for my album?"

Anson looked back at him and said with his eyebrows raised, "I might have found your son. I want to see if he looks similar to your childhood photos."

Victor quickly jumped out of the sofa. He looked at Anson and roared, "Anson, did you left your brain behind when you came in? When did I have a son? I live a clean and honest life all this while. It's impossible for me to have a child."

Victor was going mad. The atmosphere became eerily cool suddenly.

Anson glanced sideways at him and sneered with his hands on his waist, "You claimed that you are very noble. Did you not go all the way with a girl seven years ago, causing her to leave for seven years without telling her family?" Anson continued looking for the album when he finished talking.

"There might be other reasons that caused her not to tell her family her whereabouts." Victor retorted

with a lack of confidence.

He could not help it at that time because the efficacy of the drug was too strong.

He did not come to his senses even after taking cold showers three times.

Anson winked at him like a child and asked, "Let's not talk about this first. I remember I put your album here. Tell me, where did you move it to?"

Looking at Anson's serious face, Victor pointed upstairs and said, "I've moved it upstairs."

Anson took his phone from the coffee table and walked forward. "Come on, follow me upstairs."

Seeing that Anson was very serious, Victor thought "Can I not go?"

How could he have a son?

This was simply a big joke.

However, he still followed Anson upstairs.

Victor's room was very cozy. It was decorated in the style of northern Europe. It gave people a sense of being at home and a sense of belonging when they entered the room.

There was a light grey cover on the two-meter-wide bed. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

A set of beige sofas was set against the wall. It was simple, yet exquisite and appealing.

The curtains of the French windows were pulled open, and the clear starry night sky could be seen.

The room was right next to the study room.

Anson knew about Victor's habit of placing things, so he went straight into the study room. He found the album and brought it to the sofa in Victor's room.

Victor followed him nervously all the way.

"Bang!" Anson threw a few albums on the white tea table.

Victor quickly sat beside him and said, "Anson, are you serious?"

Anson did not look at him, but quickly opened the album and looked for Victor's childhood photos. "Victor, I have never been so serious!"

He had seen Victor's childhood photos before, and soon he found Victor's photo when he was five or six years old. He picked it up excitedly and put it on Victor's knee. He pointed to the child in the photo and asked, "Victor, is that you?"

Victor rolled his eyes at him and said in a deep tone, "If it wasn't me, would it be you?"

Would he look as handsome as he was?

Anson did not argue with him and quickly unlocked his mobile phone. He had already found the picture. After unlocking his phone, a picture of a child was

revealed.

The child in the picture was wearing cool black clothes. His thick hair was slightly fluffy and there was a faint smile on his face. He already had the style of a star at such a young age.