Regaining his composure, Holden sauntered over and crouched down before the children.

“Hey, kids, how did you two come to know each other?” he asked.

Melon was quite forthcoming.

“At the amusement park, last time. I saw her sitting alone, absorbed in some sort of counting. I then decided to join her and play,” he divulged with a candid smile.

The amusement park? Counting?

Holden’s brow furrowed slightly as he grappled with the puzzle.

As he was about to delve further into the matter, Melon asked, “Wait a minute. Do you know her as well, sir?”

“Indeed, I’m her father,” Holden affirmed, his smile warm and welcoming.

widened in a cocktail

Holden with a

the boy’s internal conflict, Holden asked,

however, merely shook his head, not

caution against gossiping about others

not quite up to par. If only Adele could

a pang of

an exceptional

him was a paragon of fatherly virtue, embodying

wistfully, contemplating the missed chance of this man being

to explain further, Holden opted not

no signs of his parent nearby, Holden looked at his watch and ordered two

tea and accompanying snacks arrived, sparking an eager gleam

we indulge?” he said, his

blinked at Melon, and they went over to the sofa

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