A Life Debt Repaid novel Chapter 677

Nonetheless, Lucas composed himself and said, “It's nothing.”

Nana didn’t ask any further. They continued their stroll in the back garden, flirting with each other as much as they could.

Dicky was standing on the balcony of Cordy's room, watching with a tilted head as his daddy dated another woman.

He turned to look at his mommy.

"What is it?" Cordy asked, sensing his gaze.

"Nothing."

"Don't dwell on it. I don't care at all since he's not your daddy," Cordy said, reading her son's mind.

"What if he was? Would you try to get him back?" Lucas blurted.

Cordy's heart could stop right then.

What if he was…

Still, she said bluntly, "No, he's not."

There was no chance, so there was no need to waste any time thinking about it.

Dicky bit his little lips, suddenly feeling an impulse to perform another parental test.

Even if his mother was right—that they could live well without his daddy, he must find out the truth.

That was his principle as a person. Thus, he made up his mind.

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During dinner, Dicky sat beside Lucas.

No one stopped him, even joking that it was fate.

Cordy naturally sat with Dicky, with Dicky between her and Lucas.

"Don’t you don't like the food?" she asked Dicky, seeing that he didn’t seem to be paying attention to his dinner.

Beside him, Cordy pursed her lips. She actually didn’t mind Dicky getting friendly with Lucas since it was their business, but that didn’t mean she was willing to be dragged into it either.

"Alright, I won't touch you," Lucas said, nonchalant for once. "You're a little man now."

"Promises don't count… Unless I get to touch you back," Dicky suddenly requested.

Cordy frowned; Dicky had never been this radical before, and Lucas clearly apologized too.

"Dicky," she began sternly—she wasn’t siding with Lucas, but she didn’t want her son to be so vengeful.

"It's fine. You can do it." Lucas reacted mildly, even arching his back and lowering his head so that Dicky could reach him easily, adding, "I shouldn't touch you without your permission."

Dicky stared fixedly at Lucas’s head, aiming for a hair that he could pull out as soon as he reached Lucas's head.

It had to be done in one swift stroke, since this was a rare chance.

Dicky was nervous, something Lucas found amusing. "That's fine."

Dicky inhaled sharply and reached out right then—as soon as he reached Lucas's hair, he singled out a strand and pulled.