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.

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 archery range, and a drum

right? Not the outdoor

activities that I can do to kill time." While Platt was explaining that to me, he was already playing with the two

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

little shy to do anything, but eventually, they

elevator and said to Luis and Polly, "Let's

so they listened to him obediently. They put down

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

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

not takeout food. Each of them were exquisitely delicious. The kids ate a

a big lunch with Ruben and Clare, I wasn't that hungry tonight. But out of politeness,

some simple salad

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

Platt's POV:

I took the kids to the first floor and sat on the living room

a

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

heads and

"Yes!" Polly answered happily.

silent, his eyes

out two markers from the side table and gave them to the kids. Then, I stretched out my leg

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

surroundings in silence. After making sure that there was no

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 guard, slowly drew closer to me, and began doodling on

what Luis was sketching though, so I asked tentatively, "Luis, what