No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 452 Why Am I So Popular

Zachary could clearly see what was on Isla's mind with just one glance.

She wanted to get closer to him, but her pride was a barrier. After he had once mocked her, she couldn't bring herself to pursue him as she had before. She could only approach him indirectly, which made her seem somewhat awkward. The last time Zachary encountered such behavior was back in high school.

A young girl attempted to offer him breakfast under a pretext, but he refused. Her face flushed, then paled as she snatched back the breakfast, snapping, "Fine, don't eat it! I didn't want to give it to you anyway!"

The young girl returned to her seat in annoyance. During the break, she held up a pen and asked him, "Hey, is this your pen? I just found it on the floor."

At a glance, it was clear that Isla had been pampered by her family as she grew up.

For Zachary, such a person was still a child, and it was improbable for him to harbor any feeling toward one.

"Of course it's something important," he said.

The response was essentially a non-answer, causing Isla to be livid.

She wanted to ask him more, to extend their conversation, yet she was apprehensive that he might criticize her again for not reading the room.

Soon, the sound of steady footsteps descending the stairs echoed in the air.

The individual who arrived appeared to be in his fifties. His features, refined and elegant, had weathered the passage of time, exuding an undeniable gravitas. Upon seeing the man, Zachary rose to his feet, nodding slightly with a smile. "Mr. Xenos."

Isla turned around and greeted, "Uncle Matthew."

"Zack, you're here. Please, have a seat."

With a genial smile, Matthew turned his gaze toward Isla. His eyes exuded authority as he said, "Isla, Zack and I have some matters to discuss. Please, go back upstairs."

Isla bit her lip, only able to nod in agreement.

She hadn't visited this place in over a decade. This time, although the Xenos family appeared to welcome her on the surface, there was a palpable distance between them. It wasn't a place where she could do as she pleased. Watching Isla ascend the stairs, Matthew gave a faint smile and sat down across from Zachary. "Isla, has been spoiled by her parents. If she said anything offensive, please don't mind her."

Zachary chuckled, "Not too long ago, I found myself in a perilous situation. Thanks to your impartial enforcement of the law, I was able to escape danger. For that, I am infinitely grateful. As for Isla, she's just a child at heart and also your niece, how could I possibly hold anything against her?"

"As an official, it's only natural to serve with integrity and fairness. Isn't that part of the job? What's there to be grateful for? If you must express your thanks, it would be better directed to your wife," Matthew said with a smile. "My wife?"

she came looking for me. Weren't

returned to the country, she had found a way to see Matthew after giving him

she must have been seething with anger, yet she was still figuring out ways to save

subsequent day, Zachary would call Lenora, eagerly wishing

shooting session was going smoothly

of Honeybrooks Kindergarten, Delilah, had

she was the niece of a high-ranking official,

overseas with their child and she had asked her

one of the top private kindergartens in

were all of the highest

breaks. The only extended holiday was a two-week break during New Year's holiday, essentially making it a daycare center. In addition to this,

for children from average households, thus the kids there

basic facilities of the kindergarten, hoping

but to patiently interact with

"Ms. Isla,

to make her request. "I'd like to take a look

from outside the classroom to gauge the quality of our

to a window outside a classroom, speaking to her in hushed tones. "The teacher

experienced teacher. She's

at the city

QUMS

her, "My friend's child just turned four.

intention. "Alright, I'll take

two classes in preschool. Delilah, escorting Isla, stood in front of the first

in the classroom.

told her the child was in the second row, fourth

Isla looked over.

pinchable. Her eyes were large, dark, and round, brimming with innocence. Her nose was small and cute, perfectly proportioned to her face. Her lips were moist and pouty, framed by strawberry hair ties

listening to the teacher and looked too adorable

a

by the front door. She studied the young girl's features

striking

Isla pursed her lips.