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.

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

I…

he said. “Uncle John!”

face. He exclaimed ecstatically, “Did you hear that, Scarlett? She called me

on the inside and always searching for a sense

made John feel joyful. It gave him the warmth

very happy. At the same time, he

was fixated on Summer for a very long time. He looked

Something’s not right.

as we reached home, Summer went to pluck some fruits.

what would you do if you’re pregnant but the father of the child

there’s no reason for you to abandon it. John, don’t disappoint the person who holds you in

embarrassed and shocked, he clarified, “I didn’t say

amusing. “When you stared at Summer, you’re imagining if the child would be as adorable as Summer, given the

down on the

head with both

two cents. “Regardless of the situation, if that’s your child, you can’t leave it alone nor cut off ties with it. John, don’t do something you’ll

abruptly got up from his seat. Looking slightly dazed, he left me a sentence before leaving the yard. “I’m heading back to K City.

will always be healed, whether through

a watermelon with all her might. She scanned around for John. “Mommy, where’s Uncle

the watermelon from her and put it aside. “He’s left.” I sighed. “Summer, the fruit will rot if we don’t finish it