Chapter 24 You're Not My Type
For a few seconds, Kelsey just stared blankly at her ex-husband-to-be.
Why did she have to meet Weylin after nearly five years and eight months? She had never seen the face of the person who had become her nightmare almost every night. And to make matters worse, Weylin was also his son's real father.
What was he doing at Leeds? Is he looking for me? But for what? Uh, he can't be looking for me right? Kelsey thought.
Kelsey's heart beat faster, without her looking at Weylin more, she also knew that the man had not changed. His face was getting handsomer and his body was still as sexy as when he first saw Weylin perform at Sweet Heaven.
Damn! What I think? Why do you even remember that? Kelsey thought angrily to herself.
Whereas Weylin's gaze immediately fell on the child calling Kelsey as 'Mother'. He was getting curious.
"Kelsey, is he your son? Are you married?" The words just came out of Weylin's mouth, without being able to stop them.
Aiden, who was confused by the sight of his dumbfounded mother, tugged at the hem of her shirt and this made Kelsey aware.
"Mom," Aiden called.
Kelsey turned to her little son and immediately picked up Aiden possessively then looked at Weylin with distaste and said, "Excuse me."
She didn't answer Weylin's question. Kelsey didn't say anything else after that and just walked away in a hurry from Weylin who watched Kelsey and her son leave with a big question mark.
"So she lives here?" Weylin muttered.
Weylin wanted to chase after her but since he had to visit Rowen Grace's granddaughter's birthday, he chose to ignore her curiosity. He rushed to pay for the item, "Please, wrap it up!"
"Okay, Sir."
Not long after, Weylin drove his car to the Grace family's house which was not far from where he had bought the toy.
He could have ordered Darren to buy the gift earlier, but considering that Darren had to prepare his place to live and all his needs while in Leeds, he didn't want to add to the man's task.
The Grace family's house was already packed with several cars lined up neatly in the parking lot.
As soon as he parked his car and got out of his luxury car, Weylin was immediately greeted by a beautiful young woman who approached him with a smile on her face, "Master Malachy?"
"Yes, you ...."
"I'm Celine, Rowen Grace's youngest daughter," the young woman said, holding out his hand.
"Weylin," Weylin replied while shaking Celine's outstretched hand.
If Celine wasn't Rowen Grace's daughter, surely Weylin would not be so friendly with her. Weylin was still famous for his cold demeanor and that was true of any woman.
However, considering that Rowen Grace was one of his father's friends who also helped support his family's subsidiary, of course Weylin could not be cruel to Celine.
"Come on in!" Celine asked politely.
Weylin was slightly surprised when he entered the garden where the event was being held. Is this really a birthday party for a five year old? Wasn't that too much? Weylin thought
"Mr. Malachy, please!" Celine said kindly showing the way for Weylin to Rowen Grace who was holding her grandson.
Celine then excused herself and approached her father, "Dad Weylin Malachy has come."
Rowen immediately turned and put his granddaughter down.
Weylin approached and with a friendly smile Rowen greeted, "Uh, it's great to have you finally come to Leeds, Weylin. How was your trip here?"
Rowen patted Weylin on the shoulder in a friendly manner.
“Enough fun,” Weylin answered soberly.
Actually Weylin didn't like it when someone pretended to be close to him but again he didn't want to offend the man so he let it be.
"Good, good. I'm sorry, for having to make you take care of your father's company. Well, you know I'm not young anymore," Rowen said with a laugh.
Weylin felt confused that sometimes he didn't find it funny.
"It doesn't matter, it's my job to take care of it. And, here's a present for your grandson. I'm sorry, I bought it in a rush, hope you like it?" Weylin said and he smiled briefly at the little boy who had just caught up with his grandpa and spoiled
him.
Rowen laughed and said, "You don't have to but thank you. Margaret would have loved it. Isn't that right, dear?"
The girl blushed and hid her face at her grandfather's feet.
"Oh yes, Celine, please take Weylin to his place, okay? The show will start in a moment," Rowen said and he smiled before leaving Weylin with his daughter.
Weylin was delivered to a special table for two people. The man wrinkled his forehead confused and immediately frowned with distaste because it turned out that Celine was also sitting beside him.
"So Mr. Malachy, do you like Leeds?" asked Celine excitedly.
Weylin groaned with boredom in his heart as he also realized that Rowen seemed to be intent on getting closer to his youngest daughter.
Unfortunately, Weylin paid little heed to the young girl and instead kept his eyes fixed on Rowen's son who seemed to be enjoying his fatherhood.
Weylin took a deep breath. He began to think that if he had married Kelsey, maybe he would have had a son too.
However, again he had to throw that thought away from his brain.
Maybe this time he was just getting carried away too. He was suddenly reminded of Kelsey's son, Aiden. And Kelsey's strange attitude of pretending not to know him.
Actually what's wrong with that girl? Was she afraid that he would be found out? Was it possible that Kelsey left
Manchester because she had a relationship with someone else and then married in Leeds? Is that true?
However, why didn't his family in Manchester even know about his whereabouts? Could it be that the Lievens had been playing their family all along?
Kelsey's parents know where the princess was but intend to hide it? How unlucky. If so, it meant that he and his family have been completely deceived.
"Weylin, Weylin. Aren't you listening to me?" Celine asked while touching Weylin's arm.
Weylin didn't like being touched carelessly so he gave Celine a cold glare that made the young woman feel a little awkward.
"Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to touch you without permission," Celine said awkwardly.
Weylin nodded and said again, “So, what was it you were trying to ask?”
"Yeah, oh that. I wonder what type of woman you want to marry?" Celine asked shyly.
The girl had apparently regained her courage.
Weylin again took a deep breath, he didn't know how many times and how many women have asked him about that and the answer he gave was always the same, "What's clear, you're not my type, Miss."