Grape fearlessly interacted with the butterflies that were lured into the yard by the flowers, filled with joy.

The butterflies eventually flew away, and Grape tried to keep them from leaving. In her attempt, she stumbled into a warm, broad embrace, catching a faint scent of sandalwood.

A pair of large hands steadied her, and she looked up to see a face as expressionless as an iceberg. With a playful smile, she reached out, hoping to coax a laugh from him.

“Mister, you’re quite intimidating,” she said.

Mallory felt a chill run down her spine. “Maybe we should take her away. Leaving her here is too disruptive.”

Dexter’s gaze was heavy as he stared at the child in his arms. “A child barely over a year old can’t cause much trouble.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, holding her hand.

“My mommy said that my eyes resemble grapes, so she named me Grape,” she explained.

How thoughtless… Dexter squinted slightly. “Where’s your mommy?”

“She’s working.”

“Did she abandon you?”

all! My mommy said she had to earn a lot of money so she could find a daddy for me. She’s doing

amused and laughed. “Most children over a year old don’t

smile tugged at the corner of Dexter’s mouth, as if he was thinking of someone. “Where is

I turn eighteen. I’m only a year and a half old now!” Grape sighed heavily, deeply troubled. “There

that the child’s father was likely no longer around, which would explain why the child’s

voice was somewhat hoarse. He coughed once,

Helena’s hand. “Let

she had no choice

taking a few steps, she couldn’t

eyes were calm.

bold. She sat on the man’s long legs, unable

slightly. He had never been praised by

age, how could you possibly know

know. My mommy is very beautiful, and you’re very handsome. All the attractive people on TV end up together. They call it a match made in heaven!” Grape, the innocent child,

Dexter was rendered speechless.

was about to throw

daddy?” Dexter was in an unusually good mood, probably

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