Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: How Could Such a Gentle Man Be Cruel?

The milky, childlike voice, combined with her adorable little expression, was so charming that it melted hearts.

Lyle Westbrook grunted an acknowledgement, stretched his long legs, and carried her into the mansion.

As soon as he left, more than a dozen servants outside the villa suddenly relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. One of the bolder ones sneakily nudged the person next to them with an elbow and whispered, “Millie, could that little girl just now possibly be Young Master Lyle’s daughter?”

“That can’t be, right? Other than the little Miss from Sister’s family, I haven’t heard of Young Master Lyle having a daughter.”

“But you saw how Lyle seemed to indulge her. He was actually so gentle.”

“Young Master Lyle is always gentle.”

...The maid gave her a look and said annoyedly, “I obviously know that Young Master Lyle is very gentle, but it’s not that kind of gentle. I mean, it’s the kind of…”

Struggling to find the appropriate adjective, she scratched her head and thought for a while before she finally got it, “Right, I figured it out. It’s genuine gentleness. Not the kind of casual gentleness he shows us and others.”

Compared to other members of the Westbrook family, Lyle truly was easy to get along with.

He never mistreated the servants or subordinates.

Whether it was talking or handling matters, he made people feel at ease without reason.

But that was just the surface. If someone who interacted with him took his easygoing nature for granted and made a mistake, by that time, it would be too late.

So anyone who understood this, no matter how refreshing Young Master Lyle’s presence, wouldn’t dare to overstep in front of him.

“Talia, how many times have I told you not to gossip about Young Master Lyle in private? If the housekeeper hears it, you’re finished,” she said.

The warned maid stuck out her tongue, looking extremely playful. She grabbed another maid’s arm and shook it coquettishly, “I’m just curious, okay? Mainly because this is the first time I’ve seen Young Master Lyle with that kind of expression. He’s really so handsome, like an Angel.”

Angel?

The maid whose arm was grabbed shivered. She had seen with her own eyes how an Angel could turn into a demon in an instant, so she couldn’t indulge in fanciful thoughts like her friend. Raising her eyebrows, she reminded her lovestruck friend, “Talia, you’re missing the point here. I’ve told you about Young Master Lyle’s matters. Don’t lose your clarity, no matter how handsome Young Master Lyle is, he’s not a man we can desire.”

The warned maid pouted, “I know.”

She said she knew, but she didn’t take it to heart at all.

How often does Millie get to see Young Master Lyle in a year? How would she know how fearsome Young Master Lyle can be? Many things are just rumors, and as they spread, they change.

Before she had seen how tenderly Lyle had treated the dirty little girl, she might have believed what Millie told her.

But today, she saw with her own eyes how gently Lyle treated a little girl covered in filth, and she wouldn’t believe those baseless rumors anymore.

A man who could be gentle to children, she didn’t believe he could be all that bad.

Besides, Young Master Lyle didn’t look like those gangster princes depicted on TV.

She wasn’t afraid…

A dozen maids entered the mansion, and the lively girl with the sparkling eyes followed them in. Her eyes shone brightly, filled with longing as she looked expectantly in the direction the man had gone…

…

Meanwhile.

Down an alley on Roman Road, a number of cars suddenly arrived, enveloping the entire alley.

In front of the small inn at the center of the alley, a driver opened the door of the Bentley, and a man with arrogant long strides stepped out.