After dinner, Norman washed the dishes with Bennett while I went to the yard with Anne to pick some fruits.

In the midsummer, I had planted a lot of watermelon seeds at the start of spring. I also bought a few peach trees and planted them next to the fence the year I came to Hovell. They bored fruits almost every year.

Anne held a basket while picking up peaches that could still be eaten even after dropping on the ground. She asked, "Mom, do you like Mr. Zelson?"

I chuckled and put the picked fruits into the basket. Then, I touched her nose and said, "What are you trying to say, honey?"

She pinched her chin and thought for a moment. Then, she said, "I was just thinking...if you could let Mr. Zelson be my father?"

I was stunned for a moment. I looked at her and asked, "Anne, do you really want a father?"

She tilted her head and thought about it. After a short pause, she said seriously, "Not really, but I like Bennett. If you marry Mr. Zelson, then I can marry Bennett in the future." "Even if your mum doesn't marry Mr. Zelson, you can also still marry Bennett when you grow up!" A magnetic and melodious voice sounded from behind them.

Upon hearing that voice, we turned around and Anne was instantly overjoyed. She ran over, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Uncle lan!"

Anne in his arms, lan said with a laugh, "Anne, since you

said that a Dad is

I...

at me and said, "Your daughter

the basket and the freshly picked watermelon in my arms, I walked over to him."Why are you

here are turning ripe, so I made plans

"Of course you can!"

in Ucrebury and it had been

would only come by once or twice a year. After dinner, we devoured the fruits. The skies got dark much slower in the summer. Anne

did not have much to do, we

the alley. In the summer, they bloomed beautifully, making their surroundings look lush. Anne liked to

because every time she came, Norman would

with ice cream in hand. He

I guess he saw me as a child after

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