Once Taylor found out that it was just Louis who had picked Amy up, her feelings of panic started to subside. She could see that the teacher was also in distress, but she wanted to confirm Amy's location first, so she took her phone out from her bag. It was only then that she saw that Louis had tried calling her several times. She let out a sigh of relief and called him.

"Hello...". . . . . Louis had barely gotten the first word out before he was interrupted by Taylor.

"Where did you take Amy?"

"We're at the new children's themed restaurant downtown." When he saw Amy playing happily with the other children in the children's park, his face softened.

"Send me the address. I'll be there soon." The knot in Taylor's stomach finally untied itself when she hung up the call.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it sooner. My friend was the one who picked Amy up. I'm sorry for the trouble and for making you worry," Taylor finally explained to the teacher. After that, she grabbed a taxi and left to find Louis and Amy.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the children's themed restaurant that Louis had mentioned. When she entered the restaurant, she saw him sitting at one of the tables. She also noticed that there were many dishes placed on the table, all of which were Amy's favorite.

Several mothers who had come only with their children didn't miss the opportunity to try and flirt with Louis, and this didn't go unnoticed by Taylor.

Louis was such a dazzling and good-looking man. How could she ever deserve someone like him?

"Louis, do you know how worried I was?" Taylor stomped over to him, enraged. When she noticed him smiling nonchalantly as if he hadn't done anything, she got even angrier.

"Don't be so angry," Louis said casually. . . . . . He didn't look flustered even after seeing how furious Taylor was. Instead, he gently took the bag from her hand and then moved the chair beside him. He acted as if he wasn't being scolded.

His calmness made Taylor feel like she was the one who was overreacting.

have any idea how much she means to me? How could you take her away from me without properly asking for permission? If anything happened to her, I don't know what I would do. What did you expect me to do?" Taylor vented her feelings loudly without caring about where she was. Her eyes

up Taylor was, he wished that he could kill himself right now for having picked Amy up without asking for permission. He had been making her angry all the time these past few days.

sorry." He reached his hand out, feeling the urge to hug this woman who looked strong on the

loudly slapped his

but it didn't mean that she would give in to

anything wrong." When she

eager to show the

table

tugged, she immediately looked down and saw Amy's cautious expression. It was not until then that she realized that Amy must have seen how she had lost her temper at

and gently rubbed her back to soothe her. "I am not angry at you and I don't blame you. Your Uncle Louis and I were just

up and looked at Taylor with hopeful eyes. "Mom, can I come here again?" she

I'll bring you here more often. Would you like that?" When she saw Amy's little innocent face, Taylor realized

and had forgotten that Amy was still just a child. She needed someone to play with her and be with

her work occupy her too

focused on her mother's promise that she would bring

You are the best mommy in the world!" The uneasy expression that Amy had earlier was gone. Instead, her face brightened with glee. She

was also happy to have witnessed this moment between them. He smiled at them. The little girl's excitement was contagious. His eyes were so fixed on

Taylor really didn't want to have anything to do with Louis.

Louis. "Thank you for bringing me here, Uncle Louis. I really enjoyed my time here, but I

couldn't help but feel a little bit annoyed by this "ungrateful" child. He was the one who had brought her to the restaurant, but as soon as she saw her mother, she suddenly wanted

after. What should I

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