Chapter 880
My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!
âUncle Harper lets me ride on his shoulders and brings me to have fun!â
The little one began to enumerate the fun activities with his fingers and most of these were a boyâs favorite sports that were usually played together by father and son.
Kyla Corbyn listened as a touch of sadness appeared in her eyes.
No matter how much she tried to take over the role of a father, it was a fact that Nelson grew up without a father.
She had seen the envy in her sonâs eyes every time he saw other children with their fathers.
âBut⦠Martin Weiss wouldnât be a good father. As far as Martin Weiss is concerned⦠Nelson should have never existed!â
Grace saw the sadness in Kyla Corbynâs eyes, so she quickly changed the subject.
As she was leaving, she looked at Kyla Corbyn and asked, âHowâs your injury?â
âItâs nothing serious. It doesnât hurt much when I walk now,â Kyla Corbyn said with a smile.
âDid Martin Weiss ever come looking for you again?â Grace asked again.
Kyla Corbyn shook her head. Since the day she hurt herself in front of him, he had never appeared in front of her again.
âJust let me know if thereâs anything I can do for you. I may not be able to do much now, but⦠Many hands make light work,â
said Grace.
Kyla Corbyn smiled. âAlright, got it. How about you? How are you lately? That Uncle Harper Nelson mentioned, you and himâ¦â
âWeâre only friends. Maybe weâre not even friends. Heâs just a former colleague at the Sanitation Service Center.â Grace interrupted Kyla Corbyn.
âThat man probably likes you.â
Otherwise, how could he have the patience to accompany them to the amusement park?
âKyla, I donât want to think about romance anymore. Itâs too much of a luxury for me,â said Grace.
It was too much of a luxury that she dared not expect to find someone and be with them forever.
After experiencing all this, what was once a girlish romance had been shattered by reality.
Hearing this, Kyla Corbyn said nothing more.
After all, love was also a luxury for her.
Sometimes, it was easy to persuade people, but it was difficult when it came to yourself!
Stella came to Brianâs mansion to find him.
When she walked into Brianâs bedroom, she did not see Brian but a purple dress on his bed. The skirt of the dress was lined with tiny flowers made of crushed diamonds and lace, which looked very beautiful. It gave off a feminine and romantic feeling.
Stella might not be a girl anymore, but she had a love for beautiful things.
She could not help but pick up the dress to see how it would look like on her in front of the mirror next to the wardrobe.
âIs it⦠a dress that Brian wants to give me? Is it a surprise?
âThis dress looks like itâs worth a lot of money. If I put it on, itâd probably raise my social class. Wonât I be like one of those socialites in the city?â
Looking in the mirror, Stella no longer saw herself as the blacksmithâs wife from romantic feeling.
Stella might not be a girl anymore, but she had a love for beautiful things.
She could not help but pick up the dress to see how it would look like on her in front of the mirror next to the wardrobe.
âIs it⦠a dress that Brian wants to give me? Is it a surprise?
âThis dress looks like itâs worth a lot of money. If I put it on, itâd probably raise my social class. Wonât I be like one of those socialites in the city?â
Looking in the mirror, Stella no longer saw herself as the blacksmithâs wife from a small town who was bullied by her husband but as a socialite in Emerald Just then, the bathroom door behind her opened and Brian stepped out, his hair slightly damp.