Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen's POV:

Right after Polly stopped talking, an awkward tension could be felt inside the car. She enjoyed reading picture books, and through those books, she thought that heaven was a good place. Each time people asked her where her father was, she would tell them that he was in heaven. I had actually never brought this up before, but one day I just realized that Polly was always asking me about her father. I didn't want to explain it over and over, so I came up with a small white lie. And now, the entirety of her kindergarten knew about it.

Even Ruben and his wife believed that the lie I made up was true. For that reason, they all felt sorry for me when they saw me.

In a show of sympathy, Platt said, "I now understand that why you're always wearing black and why you rarely ever smile. Forgive me for my rudeness before. I shouldn't have just rudely asked you to wear something festive."

It was rare for him to be so solemn. Honestly, I didn't know how to respond, so I just ignored him.

Once the car arrived at his villa, I helped him get off his car. However, he simply waved his hands in dismissal and remarked, "Don't bother. I have this crutch and I'm perfectly capable of walking by myself."

However, the villa he lived in was detached. There were several sets of stairs from the place we got off to the door of his villa. It would be inconvenient for him to walk there even in a crutch.

He attempted to get up the stairs, and he almost fell down doing it.

Steadying himself, he looked at me with pleading eyes. "Um... Helen? Do you mind lending me a hand?"

Thereafter, I approached him and walked him to his villa.

He was tall and relatively heavy, and all of his weight was now leaning against me. He had one hand on his crutch, and the other was strapped over my shoulder. Step by step, we went up the stairs together.

I gnashed my teeth in frustration, feeling like carry a sack of 200 pounds potatoes. Fortunately, the stairs weren't that high and we eventually reached the top. There, he let go of me.

Once I had helped him up the stairs, I stopped at the door of his villa, showing no intention of going in. After all, that rich lady was probably the one who owned this place. It wouldn't be a good idea for me to go inside, because it would only cause misunderstandings.

However, he didn't seem to care about that and invited us in. "I called someone to bring some food over. Stay over for dinner. Take it as a token of my thanks for helping me get out of the hospital and escorting me home."

That being said, I didn't refuse his offer this time. I held the kids’ hands and walked in.

looked more like an amusement park than a place people lived in. The living room alone spanned across several hundred meters. There was a go-kart track, a rock climbing wall,

right? Not the outdoor activities

recreational activities that I can do to kill time." While Platt was explaining that to me, he was already

with a sense of wonder and curiosity, for they had never seen

were a little shy to do anything, but eventually,

towards the elevator and said to Luis and Polly, "Let's eat first, and then

listened to him obediently. They put down the toys they had in hand and ran after him

for living. It was comfortable, but for some reason, it felt empty. Somehow,

Polly were delighted to see all the food served on the table. They sat at the table, waiting for

of

hungry tonight. But out of politeness, I sat down

eat some simple salad

he was devouring meat, Platt stared at the vegetables in my bowl in disdain. "Why are you eating so little?

Platt's POV:

first floor

so I used them for a quick workout. The kids sat next to me, curiously

kids their age, but they weren't naughty. It

the dumbbells, I ruffled their heads and said, "Do you kids want

"Yes!" Polly answered happily.

eyes

saw the look on their faces. Like magic, I took out two markers from the side table and gave them to

girl. The way she called me uncle was so

Because he was in an unfamiliar environment, he observed his surroundings in silence. After

of encouragement, but I didn't urge him

a cute little pig. I couldn't recognize what Luis was sketching though, so I asked tentatively, "Luis, what are you drawing there? Care to tell me what