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.

startled, and she almost dropped her cutlery. Why do I keep looking at

that instant, she had her heart in her throat. She quickly retrieved her gaze and then helped fetch Vivian the

Sebastian’s ringing phone spared her from further embarrassment. It was a call from the office, and the man hurried

closer to

not admit it no matter

her from asking any more questions. “Of course not. Hurry, sweetie. I will give you a shower

words successfully put

kids didn’t bother to ask for their dad.

was more than willing

bedtime stories when they were living together. Now that Ian had joined them, the story-telling

kids fell asleep in Sasha’s bedroom. Later, she instructed Wendy to carry them to their respective

them had a

morning, Sasha was awakened by

It’s

the sound of Vivian crying. She

outside her room was Vivian in her pink pajama with

tears. She crouched down to hug her. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Why are you crying?

was not used to living in

mom’s arm, sniveling sadly. “Mommy, I want to go to preschool… with Ian and Matt… but he

that, she once again broke into

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