Sawyer didn't seem to like speaking about that person and he said gloomily, "That's her daughter. She has nothing to do with me!"
Noticing his reaction, I didn't ask any further. Then, I felt my cravings aroused when I saw a profiterole shop under the twin towers.
I looked at Sawyer and said, "You can go meet Josiah and Monique in the mall first, I'll join you after buying something."
After that, I went straight to the profiterole shop. It was something both me and Monique enjoyed. To be honest, Monique and I had a lot in common.
My mind wandered after placing my order. I realized that most of my childhood memories were long gone. I only remembered that since I was young, I had developed a liking for sweet pastries, especially those dusted with a layer of icing sugar.
"Boss, two ice cream puffs please!" I heard a deep voice coming from behind. It felt so familiar yet so distant as if it came from a memory that was long forgotten.
The shop owner replied, "Okay, wait a minute!"
If it wasn't for that, I would've thought I was still dreaming!
My body had always reacted instinctively in a certain way under certain circumstances. For instance, whenever I sensed Aaron's presence, my
body would be primitively overwhelmed by fear despite him being thousands of miles away.
Under the blazing sun, my body began to freeze as my breathing began to feel constricted and my hands began to shiver.
Behind me, the man's voice carried a hint of brutality within it, "Little Arianna, long time no see!"
I stiffened my body and felt my breathing begin to become more shallow. I couldn't even muster the strength to receive the profiterole the shop owner had just made for me.
Then, the man behind me extended his hands forward. He then lifted my hands up and placed the food pack on my palms. His tone was deceivingly gentle, "Arianna, if this is the way you greet me, I'll be really unhappy."
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