Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 383

"Kids are too young to tell who they resemble. And there are many strangers in the world who look alike," I said, suppressing a hint of unease in my heart and wearing a calm and composed smile.

Barbara immediately chimed in, "Exactly. My daughter still looks like a bit of a mixed bag. She doesn't resemble me, her father, or any of the grandparents. Guess we'll have to wait until she grows up."

She had a daughter, nearly one year old then, who indeed doesn't resemble her or Silas much.

"Right. Upon closer inspection, she doesn't seem to resemble anyone." Cooper, realizing he misspoke, hurriedly corrected himself.

I laughed it off, not dwelling on that issue any longer. Even if everyone said Brandon looked like Neil Whitmore, so what? I wouldn't admit it.

The topic was dropped and the atmosphere returned to normal. Everyone chatted and laughed, but a sense of unease lingered in my heart.

Appearance is beyond control.

What if Brandon grew up to resemble Neil more and more, just like Hiram, who could have been recognized as Neil's son with just one glance? What would I do then?

How would I explain it?

At noon, my parents prepared a feast of dishes, delicious and plentiful. The tables were full and the lively atmosphere gradually improved my mood. Setting aside my worries, I enjoyed the gathering with my friends.

After lunch, everyone was enjoying their dessert and coffee. The children who could walk and run were playing together, while the infants were being held and cooed.

Suddenly, Mitch received a phone call. After glancing at the caller ID, he gave me a guilty look.

He took his phone outside to answer the call. Even though I couldn't hear what he said, he didn't come back in right after the call. Instead, he lingered by the front door as if waiting for someone.

"Holy cow! I can't hold it any longer!" After a while, Mitch rushed in, "Rena, where's the restroom? I drank a bit too much!"

I pointed him to the bathroom, and he dashed over.

The front door was left wide open. I was about to close it when a figure walked in from outside.

Neil was in a gray shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing the beautiful lines of his toned arms. His black wristwatch glinted in the sunlight. His outstanding figure was like a walking model.

Why was he here? I immediately frowned.

Soon, Stella and the others noticed Neil's arrival, and everyone exchanged looks.

My mom, looking unhappy, walked out ready to chase him away.

Just then, Mitch emerged from the bathroom. Seeing the situation, he quickly sped up and reached Neil before my mom, "Neil, you're here. I was just in the restroom!"

Wasn't Neil supposed to be in Rosemont? What was he doing here for?

Neil's gaze never landed on me, as if deliberately ignoring me. I didn't mind; it actually made me feel more at ease.

"Where's the stuff?" Neil asked coldly.

"It's in my car. I'll take you to get it!" Mitch quickly led Neil out of the yard, looking guilty.

Neil followed him out. But just then, Serena and Brandon started crying loudly, as if they were unhappy.