Realizing that her daughter was quite the social butterfly, she never expected her to be so sociable. "Speaking like that is too presumptuous, and it could upset other people," Josie said.

Grape thought for a moment and replied, "I'm sorry. He seemed a bit upset. He didn't smile at all!"

"So, you shouldn't say things like that again."

Lachlan glanced at the rearview mirror. "Grape, I love to smile. Do you think I'm handsome?"

"Of course! But you're not as handsome as that man!" Grape answered.

Children always speak without reservation, and Josie couldn't help but laugh at her words. Josie was genuinely curious about how handsome that man must be, so she asked, "Does that man live in the courtyard we just passed?"

Grape nodded. "There were many flowers inside, butterflies, and fish."

Josie caught a whiff of sandalwood from the child, a familiar scent, yet she couldn't quite place where she had smelled it before.

Grape nestled in Josie's soft embrace, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she asked, "Mommy, I liked the man I just met. Can we make him my daddy?"

her throat. The little girl needed a father's love

her eyes meeting Lachlan's worried gaze

anticipation in Grape's eyes gradually faded. She mumbled, "I don't want him anymore,

of emotions surged through

her even tighter, an image of that man surfacing in her mind.

in the room of the courtyard house, Dexter never turned

he happened to see the man staring intently at his palm. Lying there quietly

closed his palm, half of his face shrouded in gloom. "Don't you think the child bears some resemblance to

look at the child. "Well... Maybe her eyes? However, perhaps it was because the

was impossible for a child to resemble Dexter. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt

influenced by the

things with Justin?" Dexter casually tossed the piece of candy onto the table with a flick of

Unaware that we are the ones calling the shots, he carries out his

"What about his safety?"

be

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