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Chapter 87: Dream Home

Author: Sand Kastle
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-11 09:52:57

JULIA

Ellie took the microphone and smiled at all the attendants. “Thank you so much for participating in this year’s family day! May all of your families prosper and make it here next year,” she jokingly added, making me chuckle.

With that, the parents went off with their children, making the school more quiet. The sound of children’s laughter and adults’ gossip was replaced by the soft rustling of the leaves.

Andy was already asleep in my arms. His face was peaceful, his lashes brushing against his cheeks, and I couldn’t help but smile. He’d had such a good time today.

Suddenly, Heath’s phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He glanced at the screen and clicked his tongue.

“Unfortunately, I have to head back to the office,” he said. “People can’t seem to operate without their best employee around.”

I scoffed. “Whatever, just go.”

With that, Heath winked at me and went on his way. I still had a lot of questions I wanted to ask him, but it seemed he wasn’t ready to answer them.

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