Chapter 135 - Absolutely, Positively 9: The King Is A Wolf (1/2)

”Why don't you guys sit?” she invited as she ushered the group towards a miraculously vacant table. The group happily followed her, asking about her husband as they sat. ”Alvin was kidnapped by my son but he will be back in a while.”

”A son?” one of the friends asked, but there was no malice in their voice and so Jena explained.

”I… I'm a single parent,” she answered, embarrassed for the first time that she came to the marriage as a set, but, of course, she wasn't embarrassed about her son. Though deep inside, there was a part of her that wished Sam was truly Alvin's.

”Ah, but is that your son over there?” another friend asked and Jena turned to where he was pointing at.

On the far side of the room, Alvin who was still carrying a sleepy Sammy talked with what appeared to be business acquaintances. Her son had his head on his new dad's shoulder, facing their way and once again, she was hit by how much the two looked alike.

”Oh my…”

Jena turned to one of Alvin's friend. The guy's stare was fixed on Alvin and Sam and Jena got curious. Maybe he'd comment on the resemblance of the man and child too.

”What do you know… It's King's love child,” he said finally after staring for a good while and Jena frowned.

King's what?

”Oh yeah…” the others murmured in agreement with the same wondrous amazement on their expressions and Jena couldn't help but ask.

”What are you talking about?” she asked and her husband's friends turned to her with their teasing eyes.

”Oh Jena, you don't have to keep it from us. We know your love story. We were there when you first met King anyway. We just didn't know you and King really hooked up eight years ago.”

Eight years what?

Jena was beyond confused now. ”I'm sorry, I don't understand,” she stated, her heart beating fast.

Why was it that she had this feeling that there was something big that only she didn't know?

”Who's King?”

With her question, Alvin's friends suddenly froze. The smile on their faces turned awkward as silence ensued.

”Ah— nothing, nothing. King is a great dancer's nickname... I mean... forget about King. We meant Alvin! We didn't know the two of you had a child and he's already so big,” one friend hurriedly said and Jena's eyes flashed with pain.

”Jena? Is there something wrong?” another asked and Jena snapped out of her reverie and smiled as awkwardly.

”No— nothing's wrong. Just…” she tilted her head as she hesitated but decided to tell them anyway. ”Just Alvin is not my son's father,” she confessed and the atmosphere turned totally gauche that it was hard to stay there.

Alvin's friends quickly apologized and begged Jena to forgive them. She, of course, didn't keep grudges towards them. It wasn't their fault and it's not as if they had ill intention when they said those words. She's an idiot if she was not able to detect their genuine delight when they thought that Sam was Alvin's son.

But due to this, the pain in her heart intensified that she was not able to keep track of what had been said— about her meeting someone named King eight years ago for instance. She was just too ashamed that she quickly wanted to excuse herself and escape by going to other guests.

At least, the empty talks with the others wouldn't bother her so much. But she had no idea how to do just that.

On the other side of the garden, Alvin was talking with his business ȧssociates when he happened to glance to where his wife was and he froze.

Hot damn…

His beautiful wife was talking seriously with his college buddies and he felt his stomach lurch. He hadn't had time to warn his friends to shut their mouths. He felt cold panic in his veins that he excused himself from the group.

As if sensing his anxiety, Sam lifted his head and looked at his face.

”What's wrong daddy?” he asked in his small voice and Alvin held him tight.

”Sammy, daddy is having some problems,” he told his son seriously. He didn't want to treat him like a kid.

”What problems?” his ”Minnie Me” asked, his equally upturned eyes big with curiosity as he looked at his father.

If there's someone who could help him right now, Alvin thought that it would be his son.

”Sammy, do you see those people who are with mom?” he asked and when his son nodded, he sighed. ”Daddy needs to talk to them alone. But I don't know how to ask your mom to leave us,” he said and Sammy grinned.