Sweet Subterfuge

Aster was taller than the last time Kevan saw him, and he was a little stronger too. When he slammed into Kevan, the man was knocked back a few steps. But luckily, he was able to catch Aster while remaining on his leel

“Daddy” Aster’s arms were wrapped firmly around Kevan’s neck, his little face beaming with joy.

Kevan hummer lightly in response, turning around to leave with the kid in his arms. “Hungry?” Kevan asked, and Aster nodded, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. I want to eat Daddy’s cooking!”

This was what Kevan promised him before he came here. “Sure! Kevan agreed gladly.

There was no pantry in the hotel suite, so Kevan followed Aster home.

The three–bedroom apartment was jointly purchased by Larissa and Wendy, and they were both paying the monthly mortgage together. The location of the apartment was not bad, and it was just a few hundred yards away from Aster’s kindergarten. There was an abundance of commercial streets nearby too. Although it was crowded, one could not hear that much noise due to how high the apartment was in the building.

pair of slopers

of it being troublesome as well as worrying that Aster would not be used to it Sc, the whole apartment only had their belongings. It was pretty bad. because Aster combed through the

could not find a pair

in his hands, momentarily stuck in a

Aster knew that Kevan had a serious clean freak issue, so he hastened to explain. “My godma just washed all the slippers in the house last week and

not think of Larissa as a filthy person–even if she had worn it before, he did not think it was dirty either. He was hesitating because this pair of slippers were

hair

slipper, so he

“This is the living room, the dining