Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 130

She forced her thoughts to gather, reminding herself the reason she was with him in the first place.

Looking ahead, she spotted a car in the distance and gently took his hand, pulling him to the side of the street and next to some flowers.

He was in a school uniform. Looking around, Sylvie spotted a small school close to them. Oh! So he must be a student there.

But why was he by himself on a street!? Where were his parents? The teachers? And why did the school seem kind of quiet? Remembering that it was noon already, she figured the school might have dismissed for the day already. So, why was he

here?

"Is your mum around?" She leaned down to his height and asked,

The boy simply stared at her, not saying a word.

Sylvie noticed something odd about him-his uniform looked worn out, his short actually having a small tear at the back.

For a child with a tablet, shouldn't he look better?

She looked around, but there was no one else in sight.

"You school here, right?" She asked. And this time, he nodded-slowly.

"And your school has dismissed?"

He nodded again.

your parents?"

wasn't he using words? Sylvie

itched to go up to his ruffled hair and smoothen it. It was insane. This was somebody's child, and his parents might pick offense if they walk in on her touching their son. But Sylvie felt the strong urge to actually touch him. Unable to resist any further, she reached out, gently and carefully stroking his hair. Her

she's ever seen on a child! He was

happy with

back at

She finally released his hair and straightened

didn't give her a response

You can talk to me. I

boy lowered his head, as if struggling with something. When he rose his

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and looked like he finally wanted to

"I'm-I'm-"

A tiny

head, Sylvie found a little girl running out of

when she reached them. "I found you. You got me worried, Asher!"

sorry, Miss, was my brother bothering

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same age. But Sylvie wouldn't doubt them being siblings as they looked alike and even had the same silver eyes. The girl's hair was long and styled into two ponytails, and just like the boy, her uniform looked worn out. The little girl turned to her brother. "You didn't have to run off because you wanted

beamed with understanding. The

Sylvie and waved at her. Sylvie felt warmth travel all the way to her

turned to leave with