Paulaâs voice wavered, a sinking feeling settling in her gut as the situation spiraled out of her control. She glanced over at Adrian, silently pleading for his support. But his attention was solely on the little girl. She was the one who had called him over!
The policeman continued, âWhatâs your relationship with the owner of this house?â
Paula hesitated, then answered candidly, âWe donât have any relationship at all.â
âDo you know the owner or this child?â
âYes! Yes!â Paula smiled as she looked at Aurora, trying to swallow her bitterness. âLittle girl, we know each other, donât we? Go on, tell the police the truth. I wonât be upset about your little prank!â
Aurora, though young, was no fool. She caught the flicker of unease in Paulaâs eyes. âMaâam, do you know my name?â
Paula froze at the question, her mind scrambling. She had barged in here without even knowing the girlâs name. Of course, sheâd be suspected.
âOfficer, please let me explain. This is all just a big misunderstanding! Iâm no human trafficker!â
âCome back with us to the station,â the officer ordered. Before she could fully process what was happening, Paula found herself being escorted out. She clung to the wall in desperation, her voice rising in panic. âAdrian! Adrian! Say something! You know Iâm not a human trafficker!â
The policeman paused, turning to Adrian. âWhatâs your relationship with her?â
Adrianâs gaze flicked to Paula, cold and detached. âI donât know her.â
Paulaâs heart shattered at his betrayal. âAdrian!â With Paula out of the picture, Aurora timidly took refuge behind Gina, her young mind trying to make sense of the chaos. She couldnât shake the feeling that Adrianâs eyes had been on her the entire time.
Gina, holding Ryland close, felt the weight of the situation. Adrian was Auroraâs father. She couldnât ask him to leave. Summoning her courage, Gina finally spoke. âMr. Miller, would you like some coffee?â
Visit galððvð®ls.com for updates Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. âPlease, have a seat. Iâll make some for you,â Gina offered, retreating to the bedroom where she gently placed Ryland back in his crib with Aurora trailing behind her.
âGina, who is that strange man? Is he a friend of Momâs?â
Ginaâs heart twisted at the question. Adrian was Auroraâs father. But, of course, Gina couldnât tell her. âIâm not sure, dear. Why donât you ask her when she comes back?â
Aurora nodded. Adrian sat on the sofa, his heart heavy. Aurora had the chance to be alone with him, but she had run away, following Gina. Her refusal to have any contact with him was a painful blow. How should he make her know how he felt?
Every time he looked at Aurora, he longed to say something, to bridge the gap between them. Several times, he had almost blurted out his feelings, but his reason had always held him back.
âMr. Miller, hereâs your coffee,â Gina said, placing the brewed coffee on the table in front of him.
âI want to be alone with Aurora for a while,â Adrian replied.
Gina was visibly startled by his request. Her hand trembled, causing the coffee to spill all over his trousers, right on his most sensitive area.
âIâm so sorry!â Gina exclaimed, grabbing a towel and squatting down to clean up the mess. Her posture was awkward, and she looked up at him with embarrassment.
âYou can leave now. Ask her to come here,â Adrian said, his voice filled with frustration. Of course, he was referring to Aurora.
âMr. Miller, sheâs playing with her brother. She might not want to come.â
Just as she finished, Aurora appeared, holding the box he had given her.
âSir, is this from you?â she asked.
âYes, it is.â
Sensing the change in atmosphere, Gina quietly exited the room.
Aurora approached cautiously, her little dress flouncing with each step, a picture of innocence.
âWhy did you give me this? Mom said itâs a very precious gift. Do you know me?â
Adrian patted the space beside him on the sofa, a smile playing on his lips. âCome sit here, and Iâll explain.â
Aurora hesitated. Her mother had always warned her to keep her distance from men, whether they were strangers or friends. But this man, with his handsome face and kind demeanor, didnât seem threatening.
He wasnât like the others. Both Joelle and Rafael knew him, and he hadnât sided with the woman she disliked. Maybe he wasnât so bad after all.
Even so, she chose to sit on a separate sofa, her legs swinging slightly as she settled in, looking at him with wide, curious eyes.
âOkay, tell me now. Did you know me a long time ago? But why donât I remember you at all?â
Her words hit Adrian like a punch to the gut. Every time he looked at Aurora, he saw so much of himself in herâtoo much. He had always believed that blood ties were insignificant. In his world, family meant nothing but betrayal and manipulation.
Yet here was someone who shared his blood, someone real and vibrant and utterly innocent. He swallowed hard, his voice thick with emotion. âThen letâs get to know each other again. My name is Adrian Miller, and Iâm your momâsâ¦â
The memory of Joelleâs words echoed in his mind. âDo you want Aurora to know her father as someone who doesnât care, or would you rather she remain happily unaware of who you really are? Think carefully about whether your actions are truly out of love for her before you try to take her from me!â
âIâm your momâs friend,â he finally replied.
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