In Love, Never Say Never

“Shall I take you home?” he asked.

I squinted my eyes at him. “Going to see Summer?”

He was surprised. “May I?”

“Why not? You’re her uncle.”

He beamed with joy but tried to suppress it.

We went to pick Summer up from her school.

She had not seen John even once during the four years here in R Province. However, she was not too shocked to see him as we had been having many visitors recently.

Summer and I took the back seat. She turned her head to and fro to look at John and I. “Mommy, is Mr. Stovall your friend?”

I nodded. “Summer, he’s your Uncle John.”

“Uncle?” she gasped.

John thought she was calling him and he immediately turned around gleefully.

“Watch out!” I yelled upon seeing the cars coming our way.

Luckily, his quick reflexes in maneuvering the steering wheel prevented a car crash.

pulled over and cast a serious look at both of us. With anticipation, he asked, “Summer, call

I…

was flabbergasted but did as he said. “Uncle John!” she addressed

settled upon his face. He exclaimed ecstatically, “Did you hear that, Scarlett? She called

just like me, lonely on the inside and always searching for a sense

Summer made John feel joyful. It gave

At the same time, he also had

noticed that his gaze was fixated on Summer for a

Something’s not right.

soon as we reached home, Summer went to pluck

“Scarlett, what would you do if you’re pregnant but the father of the child wants

my eyes. “Well, since it’s your child, there’s no reason for you to abandon it. John, don’t disappoint the person who

he clarified, “I didn’t say

you’re imagining if the child would be as adorable as Summer, given the chance to

down on

head with both

my two cents. “Regardless of the situation, if that’s your child, you can’t leave it alone

seat. Looking slightly dazed, he left me a sentence before leaving the yard. “I’m heading back to K City. I’ll come

always be healed, whether through an eventful life or

out carrying a watermelon with all her might. She scanned around for John. “Mommy,

aside. “He’s left.” I sighed. “Summer, the fruit will rot if we don’t