My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 17

My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 17

Vincent has been very strange lately. 

Appearing at the school gate every day, rain or shine. 

With perfectly valid reasons: just passing by, Mom and Dad 

told me to come, it was on the way. 

But the frequency was so high that I couldn’t ignore it. 

If you say this is just business. 

Then what about the frequent messages? 

I looked down at the unread messages on my phone. 

And suddenly remembered that Vincent almost never took the 

initiative to send messages before. 

Even if he did, it would definitely not be words of concern 

about what to wear and what to eat. 

But now… 

Vincent looked strange no matter how you looked at it. 

When I sat in his passenger seat once again, I saw a velvet box 

on the seat. 

Sensing my gaze, Vincent said nonchalantly: “I thought you would like it, so I bought it.” 

Me: “…” 

Liking to buy things for people for no reason, this is one thing Vincent hasn’t changed at all across both lifetimes. 

I got in the car and took a deep breath. 

“Brother, you really don’t need to buy me anything.” 

Vincent brushed it off. 

“Hmm.” 

OK, communication failed. 

I couldn’t help but recall his words from that night again. 

He said: “He had no intention of letting go.” 

I lowered my head, my mind in a mess. 

In my previous life, I exhausted myself trying to get close to him, but ended up poorly. 

In this life, I turned over a new leaf, yet Vincent took the 

initiative instead. 

How ridiculous. 

I clenched my palms tightly and said coldly: “Is brother chasing me?” 

Vincent drove the car steadily and said calmly: “Yeah, I 

thought it was very obvious, it seems it’s still not enough.” 

Me: “…” 

This is still not enough?? 

Then what more? 

Stand under my dorm building with roses publicly professing 

love like other male college students? 

I imagined that scene in my mind. 

And couldn’t help but get an armful of goosebumps. 

I let out a breath to calm my mood. 

“I think brother, just like Victor, hasn’t distinguished the boundary between familial love and romantic love.” 

Vincent suddenly let out a light sneer. 

“Do you think, at my age, I still wouldn’t be able to tell the difference?” 

I was left speechless, suddenly not knowing how to retort. 

Vincent suddenly reached over and pinched my cheek. 

“If you want to call me brother again… that’s fine too.” 

“But I will pretend I didn’t hear it.”