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This son of hers… sometimes him being so intelligent in words and memory was too troublesome. Even his love for her can be sometimes too much.

What was he thinking, trying to catch Lucas so he can bring him back in their home? To what? To let her hug Lucas instead of his picture?

“Damn.” Eve cursed under her breath and run even faster. She just wanted to disappear right now. Such embarrassment… she couldn’t take it.

As Lucas watch the woman running as she carried a little boy in her arms, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth. He was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

Anger.

Disappointment.

Longing.

And desperation.