Giving Mr President A Second Chance At Love
At the entrance of Marriott International, Kellan walked out of the revolving door in a white suit. The wind lifted a corner of his shirt, revealing the cufflinks of his custom-made shirt. This time it was a diamond-studded Suzaku, exactly the same as the one in the presidential suite five years ago.
Eva's breath missed a beat until Rosie suddenly screamed, "Dad, you're so handsome!"
The carriage froze instantly.
Kellan raised his eyebrows and looked at the passenger seat. The little girl was clinging to the seat, her eyes shining like stars: "You look like the prince in my painting!" She had just drawn an "ideal dad" in kindergarten yesterday. In the crooked lines, there was a tall man wearing a neat suit, his cuffs gleaming.
Eva's face flushed red, and she hurriedly explained, "The child is just talking nonsense..."
But when she looked up, she met Kellan's eyes—he was staring at Rosie, and his dark eyes were filled with tenderness that he himself didn't even notice. This man who made the whole business world tremble, at this moment, raised the corner of his lips towards the child, although it was only a very shallow arc, but it made the temperature in the car rise quietly.
When the car arrived at the destination, Kellan suddenly said before getting off the car: "Your daughter is very cute."
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Imagine your child calling a stranger “Daddy”… and neither of you realize he’s actually her real father — the man who got you pregnant years ago before fate tore you apart deciding you won't see his face or know him.
Now he’s standing right in front of you, powerful, untouchable, and staring at your daughter with a tenderness he can’t explain....