Chapter 3 Where Do You Live?

• Could it be that Timothy has discovered Arwen's return today, prompting him to deliberately wait for me here?
• Almost instinctively, Wendalyn shifted the suitcase to one side, effectively shielding her son, Cayden, behind her.
• Standing beside them, Raelynn caught a clear glimpse of Timothy's face and was momentarily stunned.
• Observing his intense demeanor, Raelynn suppressed her inner uncertainties and furrowed her brows, addressing him, "Sir, please refrain from aggression. My mommy didn't mean any harm. How much for your shirt? We'll compensate you."
• "No need." Timothy, preoccupied with urgent matters, preferred not to prolong the encounter.
• Glancing at Wendalyn, who was tightly wrapped up, he expressed a hint of disdain. "Madam, this charade is antiquated."
• Huh! Trying to stain my clothes, pretending to compensate, and then seeking my contact information?
• He couldn't recall how many women had approached him using such clumsy tactics.
• However, this instance truly broadened his perspective. How dare she provoke me when she already has children with her!
• With that, he pivoted away without a backward glance, making his way toward the restroom.
• In his haste, he failed to notice the woman and the suitcase still obstructing a child behind them.
• As he proceeded, he instructed the person on the phone, "Arwen is on an international flight. Instruct our personnel to monitor Gate A and Gate B international exits. Immediately report any sightings resembling Arwen."
• Watching him depart, Wendalyn secretly exhaled a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't notice Cay.
• Yet, the next moment, a tinge of resentment pricked her.
• Calling me "Madam"? Does he have any sense of aesthetics? My attire is vintage-inspired, for goodness' sake!
• After witnessing the man's figure disappear around the restroom corner, she decisively altered their course, leading the two children toward Gate C for domestic arrivals.
• Among them, Raelynn trailed behind, periodically glancing back in the direction where Timothy vanished, growing increasingly uneasy.
• Why does that gentleman bear so much resemblance to Cayden? Could such a coincidence exist? Unless he is Daddy!
• For years, though Raelynn outwardly accepted Wendalyn's assertion that their dad had passed away, deep down, she, like Cayden, harbored doubts.
• She discreetly surveyed Cayden but found him staring blankly, exhibiting no discernible reaction.
• Well, it seems I must take matters into my own hands. I need to catch up and obtain some answers! Even if he isn't our daddy, being so strikingly handsome, securing his contact information, and introducing him to Mommy as a potential boyfriend wouldn't be a misguided notion.
• With her eyes gleaming with a plan, she approached Wendalyn, grasped her garment, and whispered softly, "Mommy, my stomach is hurting. I need to use the restroom."
• "Sweetie, can you endure a little longer? Shall we find a different restroom?" Wendalyn glanced back at the restroom they had passed earlier, feeling unsettled.
• "I can't. I really can't hold it anymore," Raelynn promptly rebuffed, disregarding Wendalyn's plea, and dashed off swiftly.
• Next to the communal wash basin in the restroom, Timothy was diligently removing the blemishes from his attire.
• Abruptly, a timid voice echoed, "Sir, there seems to be something on your face."
• Timothy inclined his head, encountering a charming little girl. The daughter of that woman.
• Despite wearing a mask, her vivacious orbs and luxuriant lashes, as velvety as they appeared, remained discernible.
• Gazing at her, Timothy experienced a surge of affection in his bosom.
• However, his demeanor swiftly reverted to apathy.
• He found himself in such disarray, all due to the actions of the little girl's mom.
• Erroneously assuming Raelynn implied he had a coffee stain on his face, he scrutinized himself in the looking glass to no avail. He was compelled to lower his head and inquire frostily, "Where precisely? What's on my face?"
• Raelynn's eyes gently arched, her voice mellifluous. "I perceive handsomeness on your face."
• Timothy was left momentarily speechless.
• Indeed, like mother, like daughter. At such tender years, she already possesses the art of coquetry.
• Instantaneously, Timothy disdained further interaction with Raelynn, redirecting his attention to expunging the stains on his attire.
• Despite Raelynn's setbacks, she persisted, "Sir, you possess such striking features. Are you married?"
• Timothy maintained silence.
• Raelynn persisted, asking, "Sir, you're impressively tall. Have you ever lost a child?"
• Timothy remained oblivious.
• Raelynn persisted further, "Sir, your charisma is remarkable. Where do you live?"
• "Sir..."
• "Sir..."
• Eventually, Timothy's tolerance waned, prompting him to lower his head and retort icily, "Did your mom ask you to ask these questions? Go back and tell her this. I am a widower, without any lost children, residing in Equirrion Residence. What can she do knowing that?"
• Attempting to discern my address with the aim of becoming neighbors? Equirrion Residence is indeed an upscale locale. Is she capable of residing in such an affluent neighborhood?
• "Oh." A tinge of disappointment flitted across Raelynn's countenance. He didn't lose any children, which means he's not our daddy.
• Observing the chagrin in Raelynn's gaze, Timothy presumed his words had achieved their desired effect, affording him a sense of relief.
• However, the ensuing remark from Raelynn swiftly stifled his reprieve.
• "Hey, handsome widower, it's said that remarried men know how to cherish people. Is that true?"
• "I cannot attest, but irascible men resort to violence." Timothy exerted force, wringing the water from his attire.
• Indeed, attractive individuals are not necessarily proficient conversationalists.
• Recognizing her inability to solicit further information, Raelynn waved her diminutive hand, "Well, Sir, as you are occupied, let us reconvene if fate permits."
• Having uttered these words, she vacated the restroom.
• ...
• As Raelynn exited the restroom, Wendalyn had already arranged for an Uber.
• Relieved to see her daughter come back safely, she let out a deep breath before speaking, "Quickly now, I've already arranged for the car. We're just waiting for you."
• Raelynn gripped Wendalyn's hand tightly, her wide eyes filled with excitement. "Mommy, did you book the house? Uncle Sawyer mentioned a place called Equirrion in Quenlydale; he said the neighborhood is fantastic. Can we live there, please?"