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.

living room alone spanned across several hundred meters. There was a go-kart track, a rock climbing wall, a basketball court, an area one could play darts, an

house right? Not the

outdoor activities club within a villa? This floor is always empty, so I installed some recreational activities that I can do to kill time." While Platt was explaining that to me, he was already playing with the two

sense of wonder and curiosity, for they had

little shy to do anything, but eventually, they no longer

Luis and Polly, "Let's eat first, and then you can come back downstairs

had grown very fond of him by now, so they listened to him obediently. They put down the toys they had in hand and ran after him like

the second floor via the elevator. Its decoration was completely different from the previous floor. The second floor was suitable for living. It was comfortable, but

served on the table. They sat at the table, waiting for me to help them with

not takeout food. Each of them were exquisitely delicious. The

I already ate a big lunch with Ruben and Clare, I wasn't that hungry tonight. But out of politeness, I sat down at the dinner table

opted to eat some simple

the vegetables in my bowl in disdain. "Why are you eating so little? You're already

Platt's POV:

I took the kids to the first floor and sat

beside the sofa, so I used them for a quick workout. The kids sat

had the innocence of kids their age, but they weren't naughty. It was easy to tell that their mother

ruffled their heads and said, "Do you kids want

"Yes!" Polly answered happily.

Luis remained silent, his eyes were also

magic, I took out two markers from the side table and gave them to the kids. Then,

way she called me uncle was so heartwarming. It was like music to

the other hand, was introverted. Because he was in an unfamiliar environment, he observed his surroundings in silence. After

he got the marker, Luis didn't get close to me right away. Instead, he stared at me intently. I smiled at him as a form of encouragement, but I didn't urge him to draw right away. Pretty soon, he dropped his

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 it