After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 976 Can You Be Our Mom?

Chapter 976 Can You Be Our Mom?

"Why not?" Doyle asked Besse.

"The queue is too long," Besse said, "It could take half an hour."

"It's okay, we can get rest."

"I'm afraid you'll get bored," Besse said.

Besse understood Doyle too well, who was a thrill-seeking man-child who loved excitement. No matter

where they went on business trips, Doyle would always make sure to visit the local amusement park

and try all the high-altitude thrill rides.

They had just finished bungee jumping earlier, and now they were going on the Ferris wheel. She was

worried that Doyle wouldn't be able to sit still for long on such a gentle ride, but once they got up there,

he wouldn't be able to come down either. She didn't feel like listening to him complain.

"When I'm with you, I won't get bored."

"Okay, you win." Besse conceded.

If he regretted it later, he shouldn't blame anyone for not warning him.

"Excuse me," Besse suddenly called out to the man in front of them.

She noticed that there was quite a distance between the man and the people in front of him and he

hadn't moved at all.

When Oscar heard Besse call out his name, his body stiffened even more.

"Can you move forward?" asked she.

Oscar only just realized that he had been standing still for quite some time now. He quickly hugged Una

and led Salem forward with him. Besse followed behind them as well.

Una suddenly turned her head while lying on Oscar's chest and recognized Besse immediately from

when she saw her at the fashion show stage and Besse helped her get the cake before. She seemed

to like Besse a lot.

Besse recognized Una right away too. She couldn't help but glance over at the little boy next to Una as

well.

"Hi, sweeties?" Besse greeted the two of them.

"Yeah! It's my brother's birthday today so Dad brought us here."

Besse now realized that the man carrying the little girl in his arms might be their father.

"What about your mom? Why isn't she here with you guys?" Besse started chatting with Una since it

wasn't difficult talking while Una lying on Oscar's chest.

"We don't have a mom." Una blurted out before Salem could stop her.

However, Oscar didn't think about stopping her.

"What about the lady last time?" After thinking about it briefly, Besse continued, "Susan?"

"She's our godmother." Explained Una quickly.

"Okay." Besse nodded.

So Manuel Johnson was not their father either.

"But Daddy promised me and my brother that he will find us a mom soon," Una said happily. "Right,

Daddy?!"

Oscar's voice was restrained as he replied, "Mm-hmm."

Besse frowned. She felt like she recognized the man's voice somehow. But she didn't pay too much

attention to it and smiled at Una. "Well then, I wish your daddy finds you a mom soon!"

"Thank you, Ms."

Besse smiled again.

"Can you be our mom?" Besse suddenly asked.

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Besse wasn't excited but instead noticed a slight reaction

from the man holding the little girl. He even coughed several times.

Una looked at her dad with confusion and asked, "Daddy, don't you like her?"

"No," Oscar whispered, "I just choked on something."

"So Daddy agrees!" Una blinked her big eyes in excitement.

"..."

"Una, no, she already has a boyfriend and can't be our mom." Salem raised his head next to them and

said to Una seriously.

Una seemed disappointed by this news.

Besse breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

She had been thinking about how to refuse without hurting these children's feelings earlier.

But now the little boy next to her had solved it for her.

"I want her to be my mom! She's beautiful." Una said, upset.

"I believe your daddy will find an even more beautiful lady as your mom in the future." Besse comforted

her gently.

"Is that so, Daddy?" Una turned around and asked.

Oscar was quite nervous and he nodded slightly after a while, "Mm-hmm."

"Yeah! I'm going to have a pretty mom!" shouted Una joyfully.

The happiness of children is truly unique.

Looking at Uma's appearance, Besse couldn't help but smile. She liked this adorable girl.

At that moment, she still couldn't stop herself from looking down at the little boy beside them; he was

obediently following his father forward while standing with his back towards her direction.

There was a kind of inexplicable intimacy urging her to get closer to that boy.

Besse was trying hard not to look over there anymore because she felt like having such emotions was

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The man carrying Una had been keeping his back facing towards her and never turned around.

Somehow, Besse thought he was cold and distant.

Soon, it was their turn.

Oscar, Salem and Una sat in a box, while Besse and Doyle got in the one after theirs.

The Ferris wheel rose slowly. Una and Salem excitedly bent over the glass and looked out at the

scene.

Since they got in the box, Oscar had been staring at the one where Bess and Doyle were. He could

see them chatting happily.

"Besse, do you love children?" Doyle asked her.

"Huh?

"When you saw those two kids just now, there was a twinkle in your eyes. And you ignored me."

"They're so adorable!"

"Yeah, they're adorable, but we have so many little models, they're adorable too, you've never been

into them that much, why those two kids in particular?" asked Doyle.

Besse suddenly realized that those two kids were special to her, especially that boy.

"Besse, what are you thinking about?" Doyle called her disapprovingly.

She was always easily distracted when she was with him.

"First-sight attraction, I think." Replied Besse.

Doyle was so unreasonable as to dwell on it so he turned to enjoy the view out of the window.

"Northfield is such a rich and prosperous country."

Bessie, reminded by Doyle, also turned to look outside.

It was indeed beautiful scenery. But she didn't seem to like it, instead, there was always a vague sense

of rejection.

"Besse, do you know a legend?" Doyle looked back at her.

"What legend? "

"A romantic legend." Doyle had a wicked smile on his lips.