On the Day I Was Kicked Out of the Wealthy Family, I Had a Flash Marriage with a Tycoon Chapter 210: An Inexplicably Bad Mood

"Are your hands cold?" Chase Langdon walked up to Jean Kensington, his gaze dropping to her slender, fair hands as he asked.

Jean Kensington rubbed the lting snow from her hands and smiled. "They’re fine. Not cold."

"Has my uncle co out yet? Maybe we should wait in the car. It’s warr."

"It’s alright. Don’t you think it doesn’t feel that cold when it’s snowing?" Jean Kensington held out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes, continuing, "It’s usually colder after the snow stops."

Gazing at the girl’s delicate, beautiful face amidst the flurry of snow, Chase Langdon was montarily dazed. He didn’t even register what she was saying, simply staring at her, transfixed.

Jean Kensington’s gaze followed a snowflake from the sky down to her palm. She watched it slowly lt, feeling a faint, icy chill. Country E was a tropical nation; it had no winter and never snowed. She hadn’t seen snow in years.

She suddenly closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, letting the snowflakes land on her face. The long-lost sensation didn’t make her feel cold; on the contrary, it felt very comforting.

Chase Langdon watched her quietly the entire ti, careful not to disturb her. Without realizing it, the corners of his lips curved into a smile.

In the vast, swirling snow, the two of them stood there quietly—a handso man and a beautiful woman, like a scene from a picturesque scroll.

「At the sa ti.」

Inside the villa, Tristan Sinclair stood before the second-floor French windows, taking in their every move at the gate. Although he couldn’t see the man’s expression clearly, he could tell from his unwavering gaze that the man liked Jean Kensington.

Tristan Sinclair’s expression grew inexplicably darker. He didn’t want to keep watching them, but his feet and his gaze seed rooted to the spot. ’Just what else are they going to do at the gate to my house?’

After a mont, Jean Kensington opened her eyes, hugged herself, and murmured, "It really is a little cold."

Hearing this, Chase Langdon imdiately took off his overcoat. "Here, wear this," he said, moving to drape it over Jean Kensington’s shoulders.

Jean Kensington imdiately took a step back. "No, don’t. You should put it back on. Are you trying to freeze to death?"

Chase Langdon smiled. "I’m not cold. Martial artists run hot."

"Oh, co on." Jean Kensington glanced at the black sweater he was wearing. "No matter how hot you run, you can’t just wear a sweater in this cold. Hurry and put it on. Let’s just go back to the car and wait."

"But I thought you wanted to stay out and play."

"Well, we’ve been playing for a little while now."

So, the two returned to the car. It was much warr with the heat on.

Upstairs, from the mont Chase Langdon took off his coat, Tristan Sinclair’s expression had turned even fouler. After the two got back into the car, he spun around abruptly and returned to his desk, picking up a file to look through.

But he couldn’t concentrate. He felt inexplicably irritated.

After a mont, he suddenly called the butler in and ordered, "Have Dean Lynch co see !"

"Yes, sir."

Seeing the young master’s dark expression and thinking sothing was wrong, the butler imdiately went downstairs to find Dean Lynch, not daring to delay for even a second.

Tristan Sinclair turned his head to look out the window. After a mont, he suddenly stood up and walked back to it.

Just then, Dean Lynch was carrying the baby to the gate.

Jean Kensington and Chase Langdon imdiately got out of the car.

"Mama! Master!" the baby waved at them.

"Baby," Chase Langdon called out. He walked over to Dean Lynch and said respectfully, "Mr. Lynch, hello."

Dean Lynch gave a slight smile. "Hello."

"Let hold the baby," Chase Langdon said, holding out his arms. The baby didn’t hesitate, reaching back for him at the sa ti.

Seeing this, Dean Lynch said, "Alright," and handed the baby to him.

Jean Kensington looked at the down jacket the baby was wearing and asked, "Huh? Son, where did this jacket co from?"

The baby replied, "Grand-uncle bought it."

Dean Lynch said, "The weather looked bad when we went out this morning, so I bought him a warm jacket."

"Oh." Jean Kensington smiled. "Uncle, you should hurry up and find an auntie for to marry. I think you have a real talent for taking care of kids."

Dean Lynch shot her a look. "And who do you think I’m doing all this for!"

Jean Kensington retorted, "Don’t use as an excuse. I can raise my son just fine on my own."

Of course, Dean Lynch knew she could raise the child well. He just felt he owed it to the baby and wanted him to have more contact with his biological father. Even if they couldn’t acknowledge their relationship, just spending ti together was good.

"Alright, it’s freezing out. You should head back."

Jean Kensington said, "We’re leaving then. Baby, say goodbye to Grand-uncle."

The baby imdiately said, "Goodbye, Grand-uncle."

"Goodbye."

The three of them got back in the car.

Only after the car had driven off into the distance did Dean Lynch return to the villa.

The butler imdiately ran over. "Mr. Lynch, the young master wants you to go to the study upstairs to see him right away."

"Alright, I’ll go right now."

Dean Lynch went straight to the upstairs study. Tristan Sinclair was still standing at the French windows, his tall, slender figure facing away from him.

"President Sinclair, you were looking for ?"

Tristan Sinclair slowly turned around, his handso face filled with displeasure. The image of what looked like a family of three flashed through his mind, souring his mood even further. He said coldly, "Dean Lynch, are you here to work or to babysit? Should I reassign you to the dostic staff?"

"Er..." Dean Lynch bowed his head slightly. "My apologies, President Sinclair."

"In the future, tell your niece and her boyfriend to take their public displays of affection elsewhere. They’re not allowed to do it at the Sinclair Family’s gate!"

"He’s not Jean’s boyfriend, just a friend."

Tristan Sinclair snorted coldly. "What they are has nothing to do with , but they’d better not do it in front of !"

Dean Lynch froze for a second, a strange emotion coloring his tone as he said in a low voice, "Yes, I understand."

Tristan Sinclair suddenly grew more agitated and said in a heavy voice, "Get out!"

Just as Dean Lynch turned to leave, Tristan Sinclair suddenly spoke again. "Wait."

Dean Lynch stopped and asked, "President Sinclair, are there any other instructions?"

Tristan Sinclair’s deep eyes narrowed, his thoughts seeming to drift back to a mont in the past. He spoke slowly, "Have you found that woman?"

Understanding who he ant, a strange glint flashed in Dean Lynch’s eyes before he replied, "I’m sorry, President Sinclair. Not yet."

"Why can’t you find her?" Tristan Sinclair’s tone was laced with a hint of coldness. "A woman who used those kinds of thods to get close to ... would she really hide from forever?"

After a mont of thought, Dean Lynch said, "Perhaps it really was just an accident. She might not have approached you intentionally, which is why she’s gone to such great lengths to hide."

Tristan Sinclair let out a cold laugh, clearly unconvinced by this explanation.

"Whatever the reason, you must find her for . I need to know what her objective was. And... I don’t want so illegitimate child to suddenly appear, deluding themselves into thinking they can negotiate terms with ."

Dean Lynch nodded. "Yes, I will do my best to investigate."

Tristan Sinclair said sternly, "You’ve been investigating this for too long already. Don’t disappoint again."

"Yes, sir."

Tristan Sinclair frowned slightly. "You may go."

Dean Lynch turned and walked out of the study. In the hallway, his expression grew even more solemn. ’Judging by Tristan Sinclair’s attitude, he would never accept another woman bearing his illegitimate child. I have to keep this a secret.’