Chapter 81 His True Colours

“There is food in the refrigerator in kitchen!” he said, and then he stood up and walked towards the French window, looking at the dark night outside. It was very cold in the hills in late autumn, there being mist over the window. Sherry eyed him suspiciously and she suddenly felt so familiar to this figure. It looked like William Rowland, but they sounded differently. She shook her head to get rid of her silly thought. She felt weird that William Rowland had occupied her mind recently and she should think of him again because the man in front of her. What a heck! She put her bag on the sofa and asked softly, “What do you want to eat?” “Whatever!” not picky, but he sounded very tired. When she walked to the kitchen on the first floor, she turned back, unsurely, but finally opened her mouth, “Sir, I’ll check with you again that you said I can stay with my child, does it mean that I could tell him I’m his mommy?” Still standing in front of the French window, he turned back and answe