“Drive or get out of the car!” Paxon’s Chevy’s face turned vexed and gloomy. Hoffman noticed his facial expression and stopped smiling; This mission wouldn’t be handled in a humorous way and It gave him no pleasure to say more. He stepped on the gas and drove out.

“Mother. Is uncle Paxon angry? He seemed jealous and pissed off.” David shook his head, wondering what’s going on. Why was everyone so strange recently? Pondering, Icy closed her eyes. Jealousy? what or who did he feel jealous of? It was more likely that Paxon was teasing and demeaning the mother and her boy. He probably thought that Icy was a gold digger, who was now after Hosea Lindley, after failing to deceive him with that butterfly tattoo. He might even have a loathing for her.

“Mother, can I ask you a question? Is uncle Chevy really my father? David had heard that Hoffman mentioned the boy resembled Paxon. “Don’t listen to a stranger. I will take good care of you by myself.” Icy patted David head, grabbed his little hand and walked into the subway station.

Icy thought this was all over and her life would become quiet and peaceful again. She was too naive. “Open the door! Open the door now!” Someone pounding on the door rapidly and loudly. David had already been sleeping. Who would come visit them at this time at night? Icy put down her pen and a feeling of chill ran through her spine. Whoever this visitor was, the way he knocked on the door was appalling; and this couldn’t be a simple friendly visit. Mustn’t be Hosea Lindley who was always gentle and benign to her and David. Icy knew that she must not open the door.

“You think I can’t come in? Open the door now!” Outside the house, a chilly unwelcoming man’s voice echoed. “Oh! It is Paxon Chevy. What is he doing here?” Icy was scared and didn’t know what to do. “It is me! You know who I am. Why not open the door?” Paxon was losing patience and he kept pounding on the door even more harder.

“What is it that you want? Say it from outside. We have slept already!” For security reason and to avoid further misunderstanding, there was no way Icy could let him in. "How can I talk from outside? I have a serious matter to make clear! Something that you don’t want to talk from outside.” Paxon smirked chillingly; how could she explain Hosea’s confession through the solid door?

“It is too late now and there is no serious matter between you and me to discuss urgently. And it is better for us not to see each other again.” The prank at work still troubled Icy. Those people dared not move an inch without the consent of Shirley Lindley. Before Icy left her office in the evening, some staffs told her that Hosea wanted to her to handle an urgent document. Now if she let Paxon Chevy enter her home and if Shirley found out, no one could guess what she was doing tomorrow to torment and abuse her.

“What are you avoiding or hiding from? Why didn’t you hide before? You never avoid Hosea Lindley.” Paxon kept talking and pondering that Icy already admitted that she was the woman who met him five years ago, before Shirley showed up and criticized her. Why was she changing her mind now.

“Are you not opening the door?” Observing no reaction from inside of the house, Paxon lowered his voice which seemed scarier. “What do you want?” Icy felt helpless and began falling apart. Couldn’t he just leave her alone? “I say one more time and won’t repeat again! Open the door!” The man outside of the house didn’t accept refusal, and it was too late to have someone yelling in the neighborhood. Icy inhaled deeply and opened the door.

The door opened. Paxon Chevy lurched, pressed Icy against the wall and started kissing her without asking. Feeling his soft lips roaming in different parts of her body, icy was shocked, trembled, and her eyes widened. Within seconds, she knew it must be stopped. Icy stretched her arms, clenched her fists and tried to hit his back, hoping to end his intrusion.

Unfortunately, nothings could distract Pax from his harassment to her, and his hands and lips continued to wander on her skin.

Time passed, Icy finally realized that her resistance was completely useless; she laid down her fists and stopped struggling. At the same moment, Paxon Chevy stopped too, made two steps back and tilted his head to look at her. “What do you really want? Icy leant against the wall staring at Paxon Chevy desperately, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Why are you hanging out with Hosea Lindley?” Paxson didn’t like them being together; he detested it. “Why is it your concern at all? Mr. Chevy. Just pretend nothing had happened tonight. Please go! If Shirley finds out you came here, she will find ways to disturb me again.” Icy implored. She was already exhausted and had no more strength to face Shirley. Now her only concern was her son.

“No. It is you who is troubling me!” Paxon had been losing control of himself since of Icy returned from overseas and entered his life again. “I am sorry for whatever I did. Please accept my humble apology, Mr Chevy. I am sorry, but this mess must end!” Then she bent forward ninety degree and made a bow to him tiredly.

“I am asking you one last time. Did we meet five years ago? Is David my son?” This evening, after Paxon and Hoffman left the mother and son, they had a big discussion. Hoffman insisted that if one looked closely enough, he must notice that Pax and David were related. Not only their appearances, but the ways they talked, behaved and acted. They were both irritating and annoying.

Paxon Chevy and David already met in few occasions before, but he had never thought about having a son. Today, Hoffman reminded him this possibility. Icy Wilkinson hesitated. She knew she must handle this question cautiously. Paxon Chevy was headstrong and obstinate; he would never leave her alone and he might even take David away from her forever.

Right now, Paxon and Shirley was bounded by a marriage contract, an engagement. It wasn’t true love but it’s something couldn’t be undone easily, not even if David turned out to be his son. The most important was that Icy couldn’t afford losing the boy and she must watch him grow.

“Nop.” Icy replied lightly. She would pretend that she never came back, never entered the life of Pax. “Okay! One last chance. No more will I ask again. Did we sleep five years ago and is David my son?” Pax tilted his head, couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Icy Wilkinson had admitted that she was that woman, and she had a butterfly birthmark. But then she changed her mind to say no. Who was lying and who was telling the truth?

“I said no! David is not your son and I never met you five years ago. His father is a scoundrel. Are you a scoundrel?” Closing her eyes, Icy yelled out loud. Why was everyone forcing her? Time stopped for a few minutes, Paxon was silent, released Icy and tottered toward the door. Tears was shedding from Icy’s eyes.

“Okay. You must remember today. I have given you chance. You said no and I believe you. I am sorry for bothering you tonight.” Pax opened the door and strode out. The whole dialog only took few minutes and he breezed in and out as a breath of wind.

“Why are you forcing me? Why? I have enough of this. No more!” Icy could no longer control herself. She squatted and started weeping. She clearly knew that she had already given up the chance to tell the truth. After tonight, he wouldn’t believe her again and it’s something she had chosen. No one knew how long she had cried. Finally she stood up, locked the door and her heart.