Chapter 1205 - 1205

"Alright then, since that's the case, I'll fill you up…"

With that said.

Dirk Carter lifted her two smooth legs up onto his shoulders.

His hips thrust forward.

Sliding in, perfectly fitted.

All those years of longing turned, in that moment, into raw driving force. Wet, squelching sounds kept ringing out, playing a cheerful, wild song…

Back and forth, it went on for almost an hour in total.

By the time Dirk finished releasing himself.

Daisy Young was already sprawled out, limp and boneless, with no strength left to move.

Her legs spread wide.

The garden between them still flooding.

Her body shuddered uncontrollably.

Her whole mind sank into a foggy, chaotic state.

She lay there for a full ten minutes before she finally got her strength back, took a deep breath, and said, "Comfortable, that was way too comfortable. Really is three years without opening for business, and once you do you can live off it for three years…"

"Full now?"

Dirk took a sip of tea and asked.

Daisy couldn't be bothered with her clothes being a mess.

She hooked her arms around Dirk's neck from behind and murmured, "Even if I'm not full I'm not scared anymore. You're back now—whenever I want to eat, I can just come and eat…"

Dirk flicked her nose.

Handed her a cup of tea and said, "Come on, tell me—how've these years been?"

Only then did Daisy slowly tell him about everything she'd been through over these years.

Three years ago.

Daisy was transferred to the Ronan City Government as a Party leadership group member and Vice Mayor, mainly in charge of industry, energy conservation, transportation, development zones, industrial clusters, software parks, ecological environment and so on.

She was responsible for the Municipal Bureau of Industry and Information Technology, the Municipal Transportation Bureau, the Municipal Ecology and Environment Bureau, and the management committees of city-level development zones, among other units.

Within the Ronan City leadership team, she ranked ninth.

During that time, she also obtained a postgraduate degree from the State Political School of the Serenity State Committee.

Completing a step up in her official career.

Overall, you could say it was fairly steady, with no major waves.

After listening to her account.

Dirk nodded.

For a female cadre, being able to achieve this level was already no easy feat.

If it weren't for his relationship with Bohdan Sherwood.

He probably wouldn't have done as well as Daisy.

"Don't just talk about me, talk about you—how've you been these years?"

Daisy asked.

Dirk briefly went over the transfers he'd gone through in those years.

As for some of the specific details, he didn't go into much.

Not that he was deliberately hiding anything, it's just that the situation was complicated—if they really got into it, they'd be talking three days and three nights nonstop.

"You suddenly got transferred back from Novaria State? Is it some kind of special mission?"

Daisy asked.

The moment those four words, "special mission," came out.

Dirk gave a little jolt.

He turned his face sideways and asked, "What do you mean, special mission?"

Daisy burst out laughing and said, "Nothing in particular, I just think it's weird. You didn't serve that long as Discipline Inspection Secretary in Silverwood City, so how come you suddenly came back to our Serenity State?"

"Who doesn't want to return home in glory? What's so strange about that?"

Dirk muttered.

While the two of them were trading lines and chatting away.

Suddenly.

Dirk's phone rang.

He took it out and saw it was Dorothy Zechariah calling.

Seeing that the caller ID showed "Wife" too.

Daisy very tactfully got off his body.

And started straightening her messy clothes.

"Hey, wife, what's up?"

Dirk asked, feeling a little guilty.

"Dirk, are you free?"

On the phone, Dorothy asked.

Dirk thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, I'm free. Is something going on?"

"If you're free, go over to Chelsea's kindergarten. The teacher called and said Chelsea was being naughty and scratched some other kid's hand, and asked the parents to come over. I'm here accompanying Uncle Ding for his physical exam and can't get away."

"Oh, okay, got it. I'll head over right now."

After hanging up.

Dirk gave Daisy an apologetic look.

Daisy immediately said, "It's fine, we can talk another day. You go deal with your stuff first."

"Alright, I'll call you when I've got time."

After replying.

He went into the inner room and changed into his usual casual clothes.

Since it was a personal matter.

He didn't ask the driver's pool to send a car.

He grabbed a taxi and left.

About twenty minutes later.

Dirk arrived at the kindergarten on Saguenay Street in Brookfield District where Chelsea was enrolled.

Strictly speaking.

Given Dirk's status and Dorothy's financial power, they should absolutely have enrolled her in a private kindergarten.

But Dorothy had considered the impact on Dirk.

So she still had Penny go to a public kindergarten.

And she deliberately hid Dirk's and her own identities.

This way, little Penny could be educated in a more normal environment.

After Dirk arrived.

He signed in at the gate, then hurried straight to the teacher's office.

As soon as he walked in.

He saw little Penny standing all alone against the wall.

Her face full of resentment.

Another little boy was being held in a woman's arms.

The young teacher was busy soothing that little boy.

"Sorry, teacher, I'm here."

As soon as Dirk walked in, he lowered his posture and greeted her.

Hearing his voice.

Chelsea immediately got excited.

She called out "Dad."

Dirk quickly crouched down and hugged her. At that moment, Chelsea, who had just been pouting and looking unconvinced, finally let her tears fall.

"You're Chelsea's dad?"

The teacher didn't get up.

She just slanted her eyes over to size Dirk up and asked.

Dirk stroked Penny's head, comforting her a little.

Then he stood up and nodded, "Yes, I'm Chelsea's dad."

The teacher's face immediately fell.

Pointing at the little boy who was being held, she said, "Come take a look—how do you people usually discipline your child?"

Dirk went up for a look.

He saw that the chubby, sturdy little boy had a cut on his arm, the skin broken open about two centimeters long. It didn't look too serious; at least there was no more blood coming out.

Dirk was just about to apologize.

Little Penny tugged his hand and said, "Dad, Dad, the cut on his hand wasn't made by me. He fell down himself and scraped it on the desk."

When she said that.

The female teacher's face immediately darkened.

The woman who'd been holding the little boy and hadn't said a word all this time suddenly exploded.

Pointing at Chelsea, she said to Dirk, "Your kid is really hopeless. She hurts someone and still won't admit it, even lies about it—really a brat that needs a beating."

"Teacher, and she is…?"

Dirk asked.

The teacher said solemnly, "She's little Eberhard Ross's mom."

Oh—Dirk suddenly understood.

He thought, it's normal for a parent to be anxious when their kid's hurt, so he didn't take her crude words to heart.

He crouched down again and asked Chelsea, "Chelsea, tell Dad—what exactly happened?"

Chelsea wiped her tears.

Stopped crying.

Pointing at that pitiful-looking little boy, she said, "Eberhard Ross bullied me. He wanted to steal my snacks. I wouldn't give them to him, then he fell down and scraped his hand, and then… then he went and told the teacher I scratched his hand open…"