Chapter 22

After Sharon saw Simon off, she glanced at the bottle of perfume that was placed on the table. She had a feeling that Simon was extremely interested in her perfume.

Perhaps it was because the perfume that her father made was simply too special; it was a fragrance that could spellbind others.

While she was lost in her thoughts, her son suddenly ran to her side and grabbed her arm. "Mommy, am I really that similar to that cocky uncle?"

Sharon lowered her head to look at the little kid. She had to admit that his face resembled Simon’s. Additionally, the more she looked at it, the more she thought it was true.

'Could it be that he's my son's father?'

The thought flashed through her mind, and it gave her a jumpscare.

Subconsciously, she said, "How is that possible? Both of you do not look alike at all," she said, going against her thoughts.

"You're lying, mommy!" the little kid looked at her eyes and shouted.

"When… when did I lie?" She could not believe she did not dare meet the li