Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emma and Jaquan’s set their wedding on the 15th. They would have a ceremony in the hotel and then they would turn to the
cruise ship. Because they had to spend a day and a night on the cruise ship, the group went back early to pack up some
necessities. The next day, they directly took their bags and went on the cruise ship.
Cynthia bought vegetables and fruits to Armando’s place. No one was in the room, so she opened the door with a spare key
under the carpet outside the door, then went into the kitchen to start cooking.
She came here to cook once a week because Janessa did not like to cook, and Armando always ate outside, not at home, so
Cynthia did not come often. Except on the weekend, she would buy some food and bring it to refill the refrigerator. After dinner,
she would help Armando clean up the room and then go back.
After dinner, she tidied up the living room first. Then, she entered Armando’s room. She helped him tidy up his bed. The pillow
was a little high, so she pulled it out and patted it. Something fell on the floor. She looked down and was shocked on the spot.
It was a piece of female underwear.
She picked it up and looked at it. She was in shock. Whose was this? No, no, no, how could Armando hide it under his pillow?
No, no, no, it was hidden or carelessly ... No, it was placed in such a hidden place, how could it not be hidden ... It was hidden,
and it was hidden by him.
How could her son have such a strange hobby? Cynthia was angry and worried for a moment. Then she looked down at the
things in her hand and somehow opened the door to Janessa’s room. She opened the closet and opened the clothes underneath
with trembling hands. Sure enough, she saw a set of underwear, which looked the same as the one in her hands.
Cynthia was so shocked that she directly fell to the ground. Armando ... How could he ... No, impossible ... Cynthia’s mind was
in a mess, like ten thousand flies flying inside, buzzing.
But nothing was impossible.
Armando had been chasing after Janessa since he was a child. He had not spoken much to his parents for a year at home. He
only went home for a few days when Janessa returned.
It was self-revealing.
Cynthia sat on the sofa. She did not know how long she had been sitting there, but there was a noise coming from the door. She
turned back in a hurry and saw Armando walking in. “Mom.”

Her son was kind of boring. He didn’t like to talk and he wasn’t likable either. But whatever personality he had, he was the child
that she had protected and cared about.
Cynthia looked at him, and tears fell from her face.
Armando had prepared many scenes to face this moment, and he had expected Cynthia to cry, but he still felt a sting in his
heart. “Mom, what happened?”
Cynthia took out the underwear on the sofa and asked him, “Tell me, what is this?”
Armando took a look. It was something he had long hidden under the pillow, only waiting to be discovered by Cynthia one day.
He was no liar, but for Janessa’s sake, he was willing to lie.
He would depict Janessa as an innocent and unstained woman in his story.
“Why did you hide her stuff under your pillow?” Cynthia cried out and questioned, “Armando! I’m asking you a question! Answer
me! Why did you hide her stuff there? Do you know what you are doing?”
“I do,” Armando said as he took a tissue to wipe her tears.
“When did you start to have such thoughts?” Cynthia asked.
“A long time ago.”
“How long ago?” Cynthia trembled.
“Back in middle school,” Armando helped her sit on the sofa.
Middle school...
It had been more than ten years.
“Does she know?” asked Cynthia, panting.
“I don’t know.” “Mom, don’t tell anyone in the family. I won’t do anything,” said Armando, lowering his head.
“No, move out immediately. I’ll find a place for her.” Cynthia waved her hand.

“Mom, please.” Armando held her hand.
“If your grandfather knew it, he would be blown up!” Cynthia looked infuriated. “Move out before things get worse,” said Cynthia,
her heart pounding.
“Mom, why can’t I? I like her. I love her. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”
“Armando, what nonsense are you talking about?” Cynthia was so shocked that she almost couldn’t speak. “She ... you...
Anyway, you can’t. You’ll meet a girl you like in the future, but not her.”
Armando lowered his head and did not say a word.
Cynthia stood up and took a deep breath. “I will help you pack your things. You will move out tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow, Jaquan will get married. I want to attend,” Armando said.
“Then I’ll help you pack up. You can just move out.” Cynthia went to his room and began to pack his things. Then, she thought
that he still had to stay tonight. She stopped again. When she came out, Armando was still standing by the sofa, silent. She
couldn’t help but advise, “She doesn’t like you. Don’t go too far. Janessa is experienced and has a lot of lovers. She likes mature
men and you are just not her type.”
“I know. Mom, I just like her,” Armando said in a low voice.
When Cynthia walked out of the community, she just saw a man sending Janessa back. Janessa smiled and waved to the other
person through the window. Cynthia looked at the man carefully. He was handsome and gentlemanly. It was Janessa’s type.
Cynthia felt sour and bitter at the moment. Her silly son bitterly liked a woman who would never love him.
Janessa opened the door and entered the room. She asked Armando on the sofa, “Why did you ask Noah to come and send
me?”