Chapter 422 Move On

• My prompt registered immediately. Ashton stood up and proffered a hand, suave and refined. However, his gaze lingered on Summer and Michael when he noticed them.
• Michael seemed to be a late bloomer, at least in comparison to Summer. Both of them were five years old, but Michael appeared a year younger.
• Ashton's expression darkened, but I waved it off. “What would you like to eat?” I directed my question to the children.