Deflower Me If You Can Chapter 28

“All well and good, but how about we first figure out where this kid came from in the first place?”

And she subtly directed her gaze toward Cassian.

“I think the fact that he’s in your car means he’s connected to you.”

“Yeah, right. I think so too.”

One of the guys agreed, and immediately the next voice followed.

“I was obviously thinking that.”

“Cassian, what exactly happened? Be honest—is he your kid?”

At the over-the-line question, Cassian’s face immediately hardened and he shook his head.

“What are you talking about? Absolutely not.”

He denied it immediately, but they paid no mind and kept firing questions.

“Where was he born? With who, and when?”

“Does the Duke know? At this size, how old is he? Five? Six?”

“Surely you didn’t bring such a small kid here to abandon him in the woods? I hope you’re not that kind of worst human being.”

“He can’t do that now. We caught him.”

“Cassian Strickland, I’m really disappointed. I didn’t know you were such trash.”

At that moment, a thick vein bulged at Cassian’s temple. These bastards? Anger surged up in him, but it didn’t end there.

“Does the kid have a name? What did you name him?”

“He wouldn’t have named him if he brought him here to abandon him, would he? You bastard. A heartless, cold-blooded wretch.”

“Hey, seriously, is this how you live your life?”

“How about we give him a name? And then discuss a plan together.”

“Everyone except that guy.”

“Obviously. We can’t include trash like him.”

Before he knew it, Cassian had become a despicable piece of trash who had brought his own child to the forest to abandon him. Never in his life had he felt so wronged and dumbfounded. What do these bastards take me for? Listening to them whispering and criticizing him as they pleased, Cassian reached his limit and finally shouted.

“Everyone shut up. No, damn it, this kid is not my child, I said he’s not!”

His face, unusually full of anger, made the guys who had been chattering so enthusiastically fall silent all at once. But Cassian was still breathing roughly as he turned his body toward the trunk and began shaking the child awake.

“Wake up, Bliss. Wake up.”

“Mmm…”

“Cassian, we were wrong. You don’t have to wake him up.”

One of them mustered the courage to say, but Cassian ignored him and continued shaking Bliss roughly.

“Bliss, wake up. Open your eyes, hurry.”

“Uhh…”

Finally lifting his eyelids, Bliss blinked sleepily and then gave a shy smile. He’d clearly recognized Cassian. Just as Cassian, slightly relieved, was about to open his mouth, Bliss stretched out both arms, wrapped them around Cassian’s neck, and murmured.

“Honey, Daddy.”

At that, Cassian froze solid, and the onlookers, horrified, began to scream.

“Th-th-that trash!”

“Beast! You son of a bitch!”

“Good heavens! Police, call the police! Th-that, that.”

The guy who had been pointing and foaming at the mouth looked around in panic.

“What’s that bastard’s crime?”

At his question, the others also paused for a moment, but soon they had their answer.

“Who cares! The prosecutor will figure that out!”

“Yeah, what’s certain is that this bastard was trying to abandon a child. You villain!”

“Right, and such an adorable one at that!”

“Waaah, you bad man! Waaah!”

“…Haaah.”

At the ceaseless barrage of criticism and jeers, Cassian let out a deep sigh. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him. Is this how much those guys trust me?

No, the biggest problem is this little brat.

Cassian lowered his head and met eyes with Bliss, who was looking up at him. The child grinned and said.

“Honey… mmph.”

Cassian quickly clamped his hand over Bliss’s mouth just as he was about to spout more nonsense, and swiftly turned around. Confirming the guys were still shouting incomprehensible cries, Cassian eventually closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Deciding to accept reality, he held the child in his arms and turned toward his friends.

“Alright, let me introduce you. This kid is Bliss Miller.”

At the name ‘Miller,’ the gathered guys visibly paused. The same thought crossed all their minds.

Surely not that Miller. Miller is a common surname, after all…

As they were half-believing, half-doubting, Cassian added in a weary voice.

“He’s the youngest son of Ashley Miller, the head of the Miller Law Firm.”

An awkward silence suddenly fell. The guys who had been jeering with all their might until then looked at each other with bewildered faces, then at Cassian, then at the child, and finally back at Cassian.

“…Whose, son?”

One of them finally came to his senses and opened his mouth, and Aina followed up with a question.

“Um, so this kid is, like, the son of that Ashley Miller? Really?”

It was then that they noticed the child’s brilliant platinum blonde hair, practically a symbol of the Miller family. As everyone stood speechless, one guy asked urgently, his face pale.

“Cassian, did you kidnap Ashley Miller’s son? Why in the world?”

At that moment, Cassian heard something snap inside him.

“Hey, you sons of bitches!”

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No one spoke among those seated around the fire. Only the crackling sound of the fire broke the awkward silence. Everyone was just watching each other’s reactions, unable to open their mouths. Bliss alone was beaming, sitting on Cassian’s lap.

“Hoo, hoo.”

Watching Bliss blow on and eat the nicely roasted potato, Cassian spoke up.

“What happened? Why were you in the car’s trunk?”

Bliss diligently cooled the hot potato and answered.

“I ran into a servant by chance, and he said you were leaving right away and loading luggage into the car.”

“And then?”

Soon, Bliss smiled brightly and said.

“I wanted to play too, so I hid in the car!”

Sighs escaped from various directions. Cassian, who had run a hand over his face, looked at his friends and spoke in a weary voice.

“You heard that, right? This kid followed me on his own.”

“Yeah, we get it now.”

“We get it, but how did it come to this…”

“Why is the youngest of the Miller family here? Ashley Miller should be in America. Surely he didn’t come alone?”

At the follow-up question, Cassian carefully chose his words and opened his mouth.

“That’s…”

“I’m going to marry Cassian!”

At Bliss’s sudden bombshell declaration, everyone was shocked and widened their eyes. Cassian hurriedly clamped his hand over the child’s mouth.

“I’ve already seen Cassian naked to-, mmph!”

“There were circumstances.”

He said hastily before any more misunderstandings could arise, but his friends’ expressions already revealed their thoughts. Still, Cassian didn’t give up and added.

“I’ll explain in detail. Later, okay?”

His friends, though bewildered by his desperate attitude, nodded. Then Cassian, to prevent Bliss from spouting more nonsense, quickly picked up the sausage he was grilling and held it out to him.

“Here, you’re hungry, right? Eat.”

Bliss, holding the remaining potato in one hand, took the sausage in the other, then wrinkled his nose.

“I can’t eat spicy stuff with lots of pepper. Don’t you have any pancakes? With maple syrup…”

“No. Just eat what you’re given. Here.”

At the repeated insistence, Bliss had no choice but to pout and take the sausage. Alternating between the food in each hand, Bliss suddenly coughed.

“Ack, ack, ack.”

“Eat slowly. Give that here.”

Clicking his tongue, Cassian took the sausage from Bliss and handed him a cup of water instead. Silently watching Bliss gulp down the water, he took the empty cup and returned the sausage, asking.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Bliss nodded and smiled shyly. Seeing that, Cassian furrowed his brow.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

As he subtly showed his wariness, Bliss answered brightly.

“If we get married, we’ll keep playing together like this forever, right?”