เข้าสู่ระบบ138~Dylan’s POVHe looked up at me with a triumphant grin, then turned the dress over in his hands, inspecting it like a tiny stylist at work. “I want her to feel happy, Mr Dylan! Mommy says gifts are about making people feel good, so I want to make her really happy!”I nodded, impressed with the thoughtfulness and maturity he showed in such a small frame. “You’re right. Gifts are for making people feel special. And you’ve chosen wisely, Jaden. Juliet is lucky to have a boyfriend who cares this much.”He smiled, a shy, glowing smile, almost proud to hear my approval. “Thanks, sir. You’re the best too. You’re helping me.”I laughed softly, feeling a warmth in my chest. “It’s nothing, really. I just want to see you both happy. And once we get this dress made, she’ll have something only she can wear. Special and unique, just like her.”Jaden hugged the dress to his chest, his small arms barely able to wrap around it. “I can’t wait to give it to her!” he exclaimed, bouncing lightly in ex
~Dylan’s POVI took his hand again and led him through the showroom doors into a smaller space designed for the kids’ collection. The racks were lower, the colors brighter, reds, blues, yellows, patterns with little cars, stars, and animals. Tiny jackets hung next to soft pants, little shoes lined the shelves, and miniature accessories completed the displays.He ran his fingers over a small blue blazer, then a tiny pair of trousers. “Mommy bought me nice clothes,” he said with pride. “But… These are cooler! Can I… try them one day?”I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Absolutely. You’ll have a chance to pick your favorites. We even have shirts that match some of Mommy’s designs.”He bounced excitedly, spinning around to take in the room. “Mr Dylan, this is amazing! I can… I can pick what I like?”“You sure can,” I said, crouching down to his level again. “And you can help me pick things too. You can tell me which colors you like, which patterns you think are fun. You’
136~Dylan’s POVI stepped out of the office, my hands rubbing the bridge of my nose for a brief moment. I had wanted to see Jaden, to greet the little guy, but Velma’s words had lingered in my ears like a dull echo: “Do not relate with Mr. Dylan.” I could still hear the firmness in her voice, the subtle edge of worry.I pushed the feeling aside. Jaden deserved a small treat. Something to lift his spirits. With that thought, I walked down the quiet streets to a nearby bakery. I picked out a small assortment of pastries, colorful and child-friendly: mini eclairs, fruit tarts with glistening berries, cream puffs that looked like little clouds. I imagined Jaden’s small hands reaching out for them, his face lighting up, and it made me smile despite the tension gnawing at the edges of my mind.Back at the studio, I quietly pushed the door open. I had half expected Velma to come running at me, yelling, perhaps waving her hands, ready to scold me for intruding. But there was no yelling. No s
135~Velma’s POV“You know,” he said quietly, his tone soft but with a subtle edge, “those words…they hurt.”I shrugged, glancing back at him over my shoulder, letting the faintest smirk brush my lips. “I have a lot to do,” I said simply. “I need to get into the studio and focus.”He nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on me a second longer than necessary. “Alright,” he murmured. His hands fell to his sides, his posture shifting into that calm, contained stance he always assumed.I waved at him briefly, giving a small cautionary glance over my shoulder. “Jaden, remember,” I said softly, crouching down to his level. “That man is Mr. Dylan, he is the one I told you not to relate with, okay?”Jaden furrowed his small brow, tilting his head. “Is he a bad guy?” he asked, his voice innocent but edged with curiosity.I nodded lightly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Yes, sweetie. Just be careful, okay? And behave while I work.”He nodded solemnly, though I could see the faint spa
~Velma’s POV“You won’t be going to school today, little man,” I said softly, brushing his hair back. “Mommy needs to keep an eye on you and make sure you’re okay.”His small face brightened slightly. “So… I can go with you to work?” he asked, curiosity and excitement battling his discomfort.I nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Yes, but only for a little while. We have work to do, and Mommy needs to finish her drawings.”Jaden’s eyes lit up, and he shifted closer, seemingly forgetting his fever for a moment. “I want to see where Mommy works!”I smiled softly at his enthusiasm, but a pang of worry ran through me. My mind immediately flicked to Dylan. He would be at work, and I could not risk him seeing Jaden. The thought tightened something in my chest. I needed to focus, and needed to finish my drawings. But for now… my priority was my little boy.I moved to the kitchen and began preparing a simple breakfast, careful to keep it light since both of us were a little off
133~Velma’s POVJaden blinked up at me, sniffing and nodding faintly. Theron gave him an encouraging smile, and even Juliet’s small hands reached out, touching my arm for reassurance.Marianne returned and crouched down beside Jaden, gently unwrapping a small bandage. “Let’s clean it up first,” she said softly. The smell of antiseptic filled the air as she carefully dabbed at the tiny cut. Jaden flinched once, then relaxed as the sting faded. I held his other hand tightly, whispering, “See? All better soon.”“It’s… not too bad, right?” he asked in a small, uncertain voice.“No, little man,” I said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s just a little scratch. You’re going to be running around again in no time.”Marianne finished dressing the wound, gently placing a tiny bandage over it. “All done,” she said softly. “You were very brave.”Jaden’s small face lit up with a shy grin, and Juliet pressed her cheek against mine, her eyes still a little watery. I kissed the top of h
35~Dylan’s POVHer voice was sharp but trembling just slightly. “You just barged in? Without knocking?”I held my hands up slowly, smiling just enough to ease the tension. “Crazy? Maybe a little,” I admitted, my voice low but controlled. “But I had to see you. I couldn’t wait. I need to know how y
33~Dylan’s POVI sat in my room, staring at my phone, irritation twisting in my chest. I knew Velma would not pick up, and yet I tried calling her anyway. Maybe I wanted her to be angry with me, maybe I wanted to hear her voice, maybe I just wanted to know she was okay. Every ring went through, an
29~Velma’s POVI was still breathing hard after ending that call with Dylan. My hands were shaking a little, not from fear but from pure irritation. I hated how his presence still got under my skin like that. I hated that he thought he could just insert himself into my life again as if nothing hap
32~Dylan’s POVI was in my room getting irritated. My mother felt like she had control over me, her voice sharp, accusing, like she had every right to judge me. Every word she had thrown at me was still echoing in my head, and I could feel my blood pressure rise with every memory.I heard the door







