His gaze seemed to have been fixed on Anne after sending us back home. It was deep and distant.
He was behaving strangely!
Anne always liked to go to the backyard to pick fruits as soon as we got home. Once Anne walked out, I looked at him and asked, "Is there anything that I can help you with?"
He returned to his senses and was stunned for a moment. His gaze was a little deep. "Arianna, if you're pregnant, but the father of the child wants to get rid of it. What will you do?"
Looking at him, I slightly narrowed my eyes. "Since it's your child, you can't get rid of it. Aaron, don't let the person who put you in her heart down."
Stunned, he looked with embarrassment in his eyes and said, "I didn't say that the child is mine."
I laughed and said, "When you look at Anne, you're probably thinking that if the child is born, it will be as cute as Anne in the future, aren't you?"
He pursed his lips and tutted. He sat down on the rattan chair with some annoyance.
Holding his head with both hands, he seemed to
be at a loss.
I squatted next to him. It wasn't much of a comfort, but I said, "No matter what, that is your child. You should never abandon your child. Don't let yourself regret it."
He suddenly stood up from his seat and looked at me with a slightly stunned look. Then he said, "I need to go back to Jarold City. I'll come back to see you in a few days."
Then, he strode out of the house.
Watching him walking away, I could not help but smile lightly. Humans' hearts could always be healed. Sometimes it was by an average but comfortable life, and sometimes it was by a child.
Anne came out, holding a watermelon in her hand. She looked quite tired. Seeing that Aaron was not there, she looked around and asked, "Mommy, where is Uncle Aaron?"
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