Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 180

Tyrone stood there, stunned for a long moment, drawing a deep breath as he stared at Alicia.

Had he heard her right just now?

Seeing the shock on his face, Alicia lowered her head, looking a little anxious.

Was it not sincere enough when she called him that?

“Dad…” Alicia tried again, but before she could finish, Tyrone quickly covered her mouth.

Tyrone took another steadying breath.

Was this little minx doing it on purpose? Was she hinting that he was old?

He wasn’t even that much older than Alicia.

She was twenty-three, he was twenty-nine.

Just six years apart… that was all.

Felix kept his eyes on the road, the awkwardness almost choking him as he cleared his throat. He stayed silent the whole ride, not daring to say a word.

Finally, after dropping these two off, he sped away as if fleeing for his life.

Tyrone took Alicia gently by the wrist and led her into the living room.

Vincent had once said Alicia was a proud girl. Had he hurt her pride by giving her that money?

“If there’s… anything bothering you, just tell me.” Tyrone looked at her, trying to read her expression.

Alicia looked completely innocent. She honestly wasn’t upset, not at all.

“Was it… Grandpa? Did he upset you?” Tyrone asked again.

Alicia shook her head. “It’s understandable if your grandfather has his doubts about me. After all, with your family background, there must be a lot of women eager to get close to you.”

Tyrone sat down on the couch, pulling Alicia with him until she landed on his lap.

Alicia’s cheeks flushed. Wasn’t this a bit too intimate…?

But if her sugar daddy was willing, she’d let him hold her as much as he wanted.

“Sean Quinn, come over here and rub my legs,” Yvonne called out without a hint of embarrassment, rolling over and stretching out her legs for him.

Sean Quinn could only shake his head. Their relationship had long since reached that “old married couple” stage, but Yvonne still refused to call it official, keeping things a secret and insisting it was all part of the fun.

She called it “keeping the spark alive”…

“Your nephew’s wife is pregnant—your sister’s finally got an heir,” Yvonne mumbled tiredly, lying on her stomach.

Sean Quinn’s sharp gaze turned cold for a moment. He frowned but said nothing.

People always said nephews took after their uncles, and in Sean Quinn and Tyrone’s case, the resemblance was clear.

Yvonne glanced over when he stayed silent. “How long are you planning to hold this grudge? What happened with your sister wasn’t all his fault—he was just a kid. You can’t blame him for her death. He never wanted to hurt his own mother.”

Sean Quinn still didn’t say a word, just kept massaging her legs—maybe a little too hard.

Yvonne yelped in pain and kicked at him. “What is this, payback?”

Sean Quinn caught her ankle, then pulled her down and pinned her beneath him.