The CEO's Unloved Wife
she exclaimed, holding up a dandelion she had plucked from the grass.
Zoe, at five years old, was the spitting image of her father. She had his unruly mop of dark hair that always seemed to be in need of a comb. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief, the same shade as Dean's, and held a depth that seemed beyond her years. Zoe's dimpled smile could light up a room, just like her father's, and her laughter was infectious, echoing the joy that Dean carried in his heart.
Despite her young age, Zoe already possessed intelligence and curiosity, traits she undoubtedly inherited from both her parents.
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