Forbidden Heir

Chapter 005: The Trap

Chapter 005: The Trap

"Eh? How did you know?"

Terry rounded his eyes, realizing his words. His heart was beating faster than usual. His face looked pale, more so than before. His body froze for a few seconds. In addition, sweat the size of corn kernels began to flow from her temples.

Terry covered his mouth with the palm of his hand. His eyes moved restlessly with a panicked facial expression. Gosh, what did he say to that stranger?

Terry turned his face the other way with reddened ears, feeling ashamed of himself for acting carelessly. "Sorry, I misspoke."

Ben smiled slightly, then looked at Terry with a probing gaze. "Really?"

"Yes," Terry answered briefly, not wanting to argue any longer.

"Well, that's too bad." Ben sounded disappointed. His voice sounded much lower compared to before.

"I was looking for the youngest son of the Walter family. I thought you were the one. But you're not?"

Curiosity now filled Terry's heart. He turned his head until he met Ben's gaze, who looked a little frustrated.

"Why are you looking for the youngest son of the Walter family?" Terry cleared his throat softly with his cool style. He tried to look natural when asking such questions so as not to be suspected.

"Why do you want to know?"

Instead of answering, Ben asked back while typing something on his tablet. Terry wanted to see it for fear of his identity being discovered. However, because the tablet screen was black, he couldn't peek at what Ben was doing. Terry chuckled inwardly.

"Just curious," Terry said, keeping his hands in the pockets of his shabby pants. "Because I heard that the youngest son of the Walter family ran away from home."

"Well, I can't deny that. After all, it's an open secret."

Ben looked up at the night sky, which was now strewn with stars. He let out a long breath and tightened his clothes. The lights that lined every corner were a light sour in the dark night.

Tonight, the night wind blew a little hard, making your bones ache from the chill. Pedestrians passing through this area would definitely shiver from the cold, including Terry.

Ben saw that. But he chose to pretend he didn't care. "The youngest son of the Walter family ran away from home because of a misunderstanding." He continued after a long time.

"Misunderstanding? I don't think so." Terry made his argument in a hoarse tone. "He left because his father forced him into an arranged marriage with a girl he didn't know."

"Wow, you know that much detail?" Ben flashed a faint smile while holding back his laughter. Terry frowned, not understanding the meaning of the stifled laughter.

"Yeah, I only know a little, and that's from rumors."

"Oh, I thought you knew the youngest son of the Walter family personally."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because the tone of your voice and the way you talk make it sound like you're close to him, not from someone who heard rumors from out there,"

Terry was at a loss. He was at a loss as to what else to avoid. "Thank you for your opinion. I do have the ability to convince people," he joked.

"So, what else do you know about the son of the Walter family?"

"I only know that much," Terry chose to end the conversation before finally realizing when everyone was focused on him and Ben.

"Why is everyone staring at us?"

"I thought maybe because we look different?" Ben's original guess.

Terry looked at his body and Ben's body. Ah, it looks like the man with heterochromia eyes was right. They were gossiping about him because he looked so shabby. Unlike Ben, who looked so cool despite wearing a simple outfit,.

Terry laughed at himself. How could he forget that he and Ben were two people from different classes?

Being too engrossed in conversation—something he rarely did with other men because of the stark class difference—made him forget himself. Oh, this was so bad.

"I think so too,"

Ben glanced to the side, looking at Terry, who seemed to be silent after answering his question. The man's face might have been flat. However, Ben could tell that Terry looked hurt.

"Oh, don't mind what they say," Ben said in an encouraging tone. He put his arm around Terry's shoulder suddenly. "What they say won't have much effect on your life anyway."

"You can say that because you come from a different class than me," Terry said, letting go of Ben's hand on his shoulder.

"You'll never feel what it's like to be a nobody like me. So don't say things like that. Honestly, I'm a little offended you say it."

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean that. I just wanted to brighten up the atmosphere so it wouldn't be so gloomy," Ben excused himself.

"Whatever,"

Ben opened his mouth, about to talk back to Terry to clear the air between them.

However, not a word came out. Ben abandoned his intention, not wanting to stab Terry further. Soon, the two arrived at the cafe that Ben had chosen earlier.

"Come on in. You can order whatever you want." Ben opened the door and sat on a chair in the corner so that people wouldn't hear the conversation between him and Terry.

"Hm," Terry muttered under his breath, then sat in front of Ben, took the chair in front of Ben, and sat there. Without saying a word.

"Hey!" Ben called Terry in a low voice. He patted Terry's thin arm that was wrapped in the shabby shirt he was wearing.

"I apologize for what happened just now. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Hah, alright. I forgive you. So, stop talking because I'm not in the mood," Terry replied quietly as he ordered food and drinks from the waiter who approached their table.

"Thanks for forgiving me again." Ben smiled, then clicked something on his tablet. "And honestly, you don't have to lie to me anymore."

"Lie to you? When did i do that?"

"Just now," Ben said softly. "You don't have to hide your identity from me either."

"I've been honest about..."

Terry's words were interrupted as Ben flipped the screen of the tablet he had been playing with. There, all his profiles were clearly written, from his current life and work to his romantic relationship with his wife, Meghan.

"You lied," Ben reiterated. "You said you weren't the youngest son of the Walter family."

"I'm not. You have the wrong person." Terry was adamant in his opinion. "Maybe I just look like..."

"Terry Alfred Walter," Ben called Terry in his stern voice, which made Terry stagger in his seat.

"You better not be evasive anymore. You are the son of Mr. Walter. The proof is in sight."

Terry let out an exasperated sigh. He ruffled his hair carelessly, giving it an irregular shape. "Alright. I confess. I was that old man's son back then. But not now!"

"Why are you saying that?"

"Because he made an unforgivable mistake." Terry paused his words for a moment to catch his breath.

"And I won't just forgive him. He has to atone for all his grave sins if he wants me back.”