NovelEnglishChapter 500 Her fingertips pressed into her palm, and just as he stepped onto the stairs, she called out, "Casper." He stopped in his tracks, gripping the stair railing tightly. He didn't dare look back, unsure of what she was about to say. "Casper, why don't we give it a shot? Let's see this as our last chance. No suspicions, no old grudges. Let's start fresh." "Hi, I'm Eliza, an art teacher, twenty-six years old." For the first time, she extended her hand to him. This was the outcof countless internal battles. Whether she and Casper could start anew or not, for Brock's sake, and for that last tiny spark of love she had left, it was worth a try. She didn't want a future filled with regret and what-ifs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCasper stood there, momentarily stunned, turning slowly as if he was a rusty old machine. He looked calm but couldn't hide the excitement and joy bubbling inside him. "Nice to meet you." With a composed smile, his large hand finally clasped hers. No hugs, no kisses, just a polite handshake. Like they were meeting for the first time.
Tall and short, their shadows didn't overlap, but they stood in perfect harmony on a parallel line.
On the weekend, Eliza and Casper went back to Falconridge. They stood at the kindergarten gates like any other parents, waiting to pick up Brock.
While they waited, he suggested they take Brock on a family camping trip. Eliza agreed. Brock had rarely done outdoor activities since she was always busy and lacked the means.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWatching the kindergarten teacher leading the children out, Eliza stood on her tiptoes to get a better view. Brock, with his little backpack, said goodbye to his teacher and joyfully ran towards her. "Mommy..." Eliza hugged him tight, kissing his cheek. "Did you miss Mommy?" "I did." Brock noticed Casper, let go of Eliza, and rushed into his arms. "Mr. Casper, you cto pickup too. I'm so happy." "Mr. Casper has something even more exciting planned." Casper lifted Brock into his arms. "We're going camping." "I've never been camping before." Brock looked at Eliza. "Is Mommy going too?" "Of course we're all going. We'll ask Uncle Dillon to help us with the tent, sleeping bags, and everything else. We'll spend the night outside. If we're lucky, we might even see a shooting star." Brock was ecstatic. Hugging Casper's neck, he kissed him. "Mr. Casper, you're the best. It'd be even better if you were my dad." Casper reflexively looked at Eliza, who turned her face away. He chuckled and pinched Brock's cheek. "What if Mr. Casper told you, lam your real dad? Would you still like me?" "I would." Brock's innocent eyes were filled with joy. "So, Mr. Casper, are you really my dad?" "That's something you'll have to ask Mommy. She'll give you the answer."
Brock nodded, somewhat understanding. But right now all he wanted was to go camping. Figuring out the dad thing could wait. After getting Eliza and Brock in the
car, Casper called Dillon. "Get a tent and scamping gear ready and sleeping bags! One for a kid and... one for an adult." Dillon sounded puzzled. "Mr. Casper, three people, two sleeping bags... in this cold weather..."
"Just get two, as I said." Casper finally understood why Carolinem couldn't stand Dillon. "When the car arrives, bring them to me." "Yes, Mr.
Casper."
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