Actually, Sebastian had no liking for calzone.

He was a picky eater since he was young. Being a member of the Hayes family, he grew up living a good life. Once he tasted the food and disliked it, the chef wouldn’t prepare the same food again. Calzone first appeared on the Hayes’ dining table that year when Sasha and her family visited them. The Hayes’ had the kitchen prepare this particular dish for them, knowing that they loved Italian dishes.

At that time, Sasha clearly remembered that the boy who was five years older than her had only taken a bite of the calzone.

He said it tasted awful.

Sasha retrieved her gaze as the piece of memory surged within her mind. She cast her eyes downward to focus on feeding her daughter.

A few seconds later, she heard Matteo asking, “Daddy, does it taste good?”

“Not bad.”

This time, Sebastian elegantly finished the whole calzone. Instead of showing disgust, he nodded approvingly at the savory flavor that lingered on his tongue.

Sasha was dumbstruck.

Was I hallucinating? Did he just say that it’s not bad? But I remembered him hating it after just one bite…

In a state of confusion, Sasha fixed her eyes on Sebastian.

As if he sensed her gaze, the man suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting hers.

her cutlery. Why do I keep looking at

retrieved her gaze and then helped fetch Vivian the dipping sauce, avoiding

further embarrassment. It was a call from the office, and the man hurried

the naive Vivian suddenly leaned closer to her, whispering

not admit it no

“Of course not. Hurry, sweetie. I will give

words successfully put

be staying with them, the kids didn’t bother to ask for their dad. After

course, Sasha was more than willing to spend more

had made it a habit to tell Matteo and Vivian bedtime stories when they were living together. Now that Ian had joined them, the story-telling session became all the more

asleep in Sasha’s bedroom. Later, she instructed Wendy to

a good night’s sleep

next morning, Sasha was awakened by the continuous knocks on the

you awake? It’s V-Vivi… Mommy,

awake at the sound of Vivian crying. She quickly climbed out of

room was Vivian in her pink

poor little girl shedding tears. She crouched down to hug her. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Why are

Vivian was not used to

her mom’s arm, sniveling sadly. “Mommy, I want to go to preschool… with Ian and Matt… but he doesn’t allow me

that, she once again broke

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