Chapter: 932

“Where did you meet this handsome man?” Ariana asked curiously.

Melon pointed in Holden’s direction with his small hand and said with a sigh, “He looks so much like Dad and he is also handsome. I almost thought he was my dad.”

Ariana was stunned by the little boy’s words and she looked in the direction he was pointing. She was shocked to see that it was the man with whom she had danced earlier.

Ariana’s lips curved gently, a helpless smile forming in response to Melon’s words, which she regarded as mere innocent chatter. She chose not to take them to heart.

Setting aside the remote chance of Theodore’s miraculous resurrection, she held a firm conviction that the man who had just danced with her couldn’t be him,

in Theodore’s unwavering loyalty remained unshaken. His reaction to seeing her would have been anything but indifferent if he were alive. This, she believed with every fiber of her

Melon’s words, instead opting to tenderly stroke his head, her affectionate gesture masking the complexities

for the father he had hardly known, It must be the reason he had mistakenly identified another man

Melon in her embrace, she

longing for his

for that one time — a time when he’d seen a picture of Theodore on her phone and curiosity had compelled him to

cruel for such a tender soul, Ariana chose to shroud it in shadows; lest it unleash pain beyond

swam in Melon’s eyes whenever other fathers materialized before them, a poignant yearning that

son closer, she tamed the bitterness within, assuring him, “As time stretches

fervent nod bore the imprint of his devotion, his

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