Ariana glared at him and said, âWhyâ¦â
Before she finished her words, he ki*sed her again.
Ariana grew calmer in Holdenâs embrace by the minute.
Though tears streamed from the corner of her eyes, she complied, ki*sing Holden back.
Ariana and Holden stood, locked in a fervent embrace as their Lips met in a passionate ki*s, seemingly lasting an eternity.
As their lips finally parted, Ariana, her heart still racing, gradually regained her composure.
She knew she couldnât escape the name Theodore Anderson for the rest of her life, and she also knew that the man before her was the Theodore she had yearned for over the past five years.
After Holden released her from their embrace, Ariana fell into a contemplative silence, delicate tears staining her face as her eyes still glistened with the remnants of unshed tears.
With a tender touch, Holden reached out, his fingers gently wiping away the lingering tears from Arianaâs eyes.
His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, one hand still holding her tightly.
âDonât push me away.
Donât say those things.
It breaks my heart.
â
Ariana, in her stubborn resolve, muttered, âLet it break then.
â
Before she could say something more, Holden pulled her back into his embrace, swallowing her words as his lips met hers again.
Present in the room, Melonâs eyes widened as he observed the two adults caught in a ki*s once again.
Swiftly, he turned to shield Adeleâs innocent eyes from the scene, a gasp escaping his lips.
âAdele, you canât Look! Theyâre doing something embarrassing.
â
Adele, tilting her head inquisitively, blinked her doe eyes and obediently nodded in response.
Melon rushed to close all the curtains, ensuring the privacy of the unfolding scene.
Once settled back on the bed with Adele, he wore a contemplative expression, speaking as if he were an adult.
âWell, it looks Like your dad is one of my momâs suitors.
â
After a pause, he continued, âGosh, itâs so frustrating.
My momâs got a whole bunch of suitors.
I mean, who is she supposed to pick? Tyler is nice, but Mr.
Chadwick is better than him.
I also like Mr.
Chadwick very much.
Heâs good at taking care of mom and me.
But Mr.
Mask has you, and I am very happy when Iâm with him.
But I can only have one dad.
Who should I choose?â
With his gaze fixed on the scatter of toys on the bed, Melon muttered to himself as he mulled over this dilemma.
Adele, holding a small biscuit, observed Melon.
Melonâs monologue continued, and Adele, unable to decipher his musings, simply stuffed the biscuit into Melonâs mouth, silencing him momentarily.
As Melon munched on the biscuit, he mumbled incomprehensibly to Adele, âHey, why not just let your dad go after my mom? Iâm cool with that!
That way, we can play together every day.
â
Adele, not entirely grasping an understanding of what he was saying, nodded in a dazed manner.
However, a sudden realization struck Melon right after his statement.
He deflated like a punctured balloon, emitting a long sigh.
âBut what about your mom? Sheâs so fierce; sheâll definitely stick her nose in and cause trouble for us.
â
Adele, witnessing Melonâs despondency, gently patted his head and handed over all the biscuits she held to cheer him up.