After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 565 - 529: Are you teaching me to be a bad girl? (3 more updates)

Chapter 565: Chapter 529: Are you teaching me to be a bad girl? (3 more updates)

"Little Chloe, how could you corner big brother like this?"

Len Hawthorne sighed and, extending his hand, gently rested her head on his arm.

Chloe’s eyes turned downcast in silence.

"Two years, two years later, big brother will keep pursuing for another two years!"

Maybe he’ll get his answer on her twentieth birthday.

At this point, Chloe asked: "What about your fate, aren’t you afraid now?"

In an instant, Chloe could feel Len Hawthorne’s sudden stiffness.

He slowly loosened his grip on her, his lips pulling up in a forced smile, maintaining his previous relaxed demeanor, "Big brother had too much alcohol when he got back, he was speaking nonsense."

Chloe’s eyes darkened, looking at his profile.

As the car started moving again, Chloe said, "No matter what kind of fate, it can’t control me."

Len Hawthorne simply didn’t dare to take the gamble.

Earlier, he let his words slip in a moment of impulsiveness.

He was actually planning to treat Chloe just like he used to.

He didn’t know if the words of Lawson had stirred something in him, leading him to blurt out those words.

"Little Chloe, big brother was just speaking nonsense there, don’t take it to heart."

Len Hawthorne was worried that Chloe would actually take him seriously. So he added, "Or do you want big brother to erase that part of your memory?"

"If you can do it," Chloe didn’t mind, but she believed Len Hawthorne couldn’t erase her memory.

Len Hawthorne’s hand suddenly rested on Chloe’s forehead, the warmth from his palm contrasting with her cool skin.

However, regardless of how Len channeled his abilities, there was no effect.

Removing his hand, Len said, "Looks like I really can’t erase it."

Chloe blinked, looking at his withdrawing hand.

Len Hawthorne now regretted what he said.

Half an hour later.

Len Hawthorne brought Chloe to his residence, a tranquil place amidst the hustle and bustle, surrounded by a lake on three sides, just a turn away from the bustling streets.

Though no one lived here, The place was kept clean throughout the four seasons.

Len Hawthorne showed Chloe to the guest room.

The place wasn’t big, but it felt cozy.

The small courtyard was filled with greenery, and the stone slabs spread on the ground had a history of their own.

In total, there were four bedrooms and one living room.

"The key is here, you can stay here when you’re in the Imperial Capital."

In the end, he brought her here.

After confessing, he thought the little girl should know his intentions.

Chloe accepted calmly.

It didn’t feel any different than usual.

This made Len Hawthorne somewhat disoriented, wondering if his previous confession was just a figment of his imagination.

"Little Chloe, you are young and have plenty of time... I will continue my pursuit. As for whether to make a choice or not, it’s up to you."

"Are you teaching me how to be a jerk?"

Len Hawthorne: "..."

"Not accepting, not refusing, a classic jerk."

"...Don’t pay too much attention to those nonsense."

"Isn’t it a fact?"

"Yes... Maybe not," Len Hawthorne helplessly said, "Our thing, let’s follow the big brother’s standard."

"I don’t want to be a jerk."

"It’s my fault, you’re still young, I shouldn’t have led you astray," Len Hawthorne, somewhat agitated, took out a cigarette and held it in his hand.

"I am not young," she was ageless, countless centuries older than him.

"Alright, you’re not young, you’re a big girl now!" Len Hawthorne pointed inside, "Go in and refresh yourself and rest, I’ll take a stroll outside to sort out my thoughts."

Chloe turned and went into the house, not disturbing his quiet contemplation.

In fact, this wasn’t a big deal, it just caught her off guard!

She didn’t expect Len Hawthorne would suddenly confess. Well, that should be a confession.

In her memory, no one had dared to confess to her before. No one liked her cold nature, an uninteresting soul in an appealing shell.

There won’t be anyone who would be pleased, wherever she was.

After smoking a couple of cigarettes, Len Hawthorne still felt a deep regret.

When someone regrets, they often want to share their thoughts with someone.

The emotionless Jimmy Turner was disturbed by a phone call, after hearing Len Hawthorne’s emotional recounting, Jimmy Turner’s indifferent voice floated in, "Your actions still classify you as a beast."

"..."

Is this his brother?

Absolutely devoid of compassion.

"If you just want to talk about these things, I can give you an advice, stay away from the young girl before she turns eighteen. I don’t want our next meeting to be about managing your scandal."

Len Hawthorne said: "Do you think I’m that kind of person?"

"I hope not, good bye, I’m very busy."

"Is Rose Coates not there with you?"

Jimmy Turner directly hung up the phone.

Len Hawthorne put the phone in his pocket, sat by the lakeside, looking at the bustling scene across the lake, lost in thought.

He had never been this impatient before.

His slender fingers rubbed against his temples, Len Hawthorne felt somewhat frustrated.