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.

shocked by what I saw. It looked more like an amusement park than a place people lived in. The living room alone spanned across several

right? Not the

open an outdoor activities club within a villa? This floor is always empty, so I installed some recreational activities that I can

curiosity, for they had never seen

do anything, but eventually, they no longer cared and

crutch in hand, Platt inched towards the elevator and said to Luis

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

completely different from the previous floor. The second floor was suitable for living. It was comfortable, but for some reason, it felt empty. Somehow, it made me feel like there were no other people

see all the food served on the table. They sat

of them

Clare, I wasn't that hungry tonight. But out of politeness, I sat down

to eat some simple salad

at the vegetables in my bowl in disdain. "Why are you eating so

Platt's POV:

I took the kids to the first

I used them for a quick

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

ruffled their heads and

"Yes!" Polly answered happily.

remained silent, his eyes were also gleaming with

on their faces. Like magic, I took out two markers from the side table and gave them to the kids. Then, I stretched out my leg in

a lively, bubbly little girl. The way she called me uncle was

he observed his surroundings in silence. After making sure that there was no danger

him as a form of encouragement, but I didn't urge him to draw right away. Pretty soon, he dropped his guard, slowly drew closer to me, and began doodling on

recognize what Luis was sketching though, so I asked tentatively, "Luis, what are you drawing there? Care to