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.

entering the living room, I was 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 hundred

your house right? Not the outdoor

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

kids were filled with a sense of wonder and curiosity,

do anything, but eventually, they no

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

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

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

on the table. They sat at the table, waiting

of them were exquisitely delicious. The kids ate

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

to eat some simple salad for

stared at the vegetables in my bowl in disdain. "Why are you eating so little? You're already thin enough. You don't need

Platt's POV:

to the first floor and sat

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

but they weren't naughty. It was easy to tell

putting down the dumbbells, I ruffled their heads and said, "Do you

"Yes!" Polly answered happily.

his eyes were also

took out two markers from the side table and gave them

called me uncle was so heartwarming. It

was in an unfamiliar environment, he observed his surroundings in silence. After making sure that there was no danger to himself, he became a little

at me intently. I smiled at him as a form of encouragement, but I didn't urge

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