Grasping Mark’s hand, his brow furrowed, Edwin declared, “I want rice.”
Mark was baffled by the child’s preference for such simplicity.
Patting Edwin’s head tenderly, he proposed, “I can watch you eat the fried chicken.”
“But I want the rice,” Edwin clarified, blushing.
Mark smiled, acquiescing to the child’s peculiar request.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Alright, let’s find you a restaurant.”
He drove Edwin to a well-regarded establishment, bustling with patrons.
Edwin relished the meal.
As Mark mentioned he’d drop Edwin off before attending an evening event, the boy’s demeanor shifted, his focus now solely on his plate.
Mark found Edwin’s temperament reminiscent of Rena’s.
He cajoled softly, “Your mother will be at the event, too. Don’t you want us to meet?”
Edwin did, undoubtedly.
But restrained, he sidestepped.
“I have a heap of homework tonight.
I can’t accompany you. You might as well just go to the event.”
Mark’s smile returned.
Post-dinner, they drove back to the villa where Zoey anticipated Edwin’s arrival.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Mark made to leave, Zoey approached him, her words firm.
“No alcohol for you. Keep an eye on Cecilia; ensure she’s treated right.”
Mark offered a reassuring smile.
“No need to worry, Mom.”
Zoey hesitated, her initial words dying on her lips, and instead, she exhaled a sigh.
“I’ve prepared your favorite snack. Some wontons with coriander.”
A moment of surprise flickered across Mark’s face.