Inside the master bedroom.

Olivia saw that Dylan had bought Leyla a wooden rocking horse.

The little girl was happily riding on it.

The nanny stood beside Leyla, ready to catch her in case she would fall down.

When Olivia came in, Leyla turned to her and greeted her excitedly, but made no move to get off the horse.

Taking off her shawl, Olivia walked over to her daughter and squatted down to her level.

She touched the rocking horse gently and asked with a smile, “Is this from Uncle Dylan?”

“Yes!” Leyla replied with a grin.

As she spoke, she kept swaying back and forth on the horse.

shells decorated

made sure to

indeed a delicate piece of work, and it

in thought for a moment,

to Olivia and

her chest at her daughter’s hopeful

too young to understand the messy relationship between

a moment, and then said, “He will be away for a business trip, so he wouldn’t be

face almost made

felt a

a big cake for Christmas so

really missed the chicken wings that

the memory

took a shower and began to work on her comic

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