Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Spitting Image (part 2)

Clariscia gasped and looked at me. I nodded my head, telling him he was telling the truth. "He can even recite them just by reading them at once..." I said shyly.

I was surprised when he borrowed one of the books before. Those encyclopedias I purchased were a cheap bargain from a market. I was awed at that time which was why I purchased it. I was surprised when Sander was the age of three, that he could recite the Patriotic Oath of the Sowinski Kingdom which he only heard once from me. It was why at that time, I started teaching him to read.

Even now, I am still teaching him to expand his knowledge.

But there were times that he would ask some questions that were beyond my knowledge. I told Sander that I did not know the answer and would do my best to know the answer for him.

"Incredible!" she exclaimed, blinking. But then she hushed herself from speaking out loud. "I must help you process them," she said excitedly. She went to her desk and took something from her drawer. "What is your name again?" She looked at me. "And this little boy right here." She smiled.

"I am Seraphina. And this little man right here is..." I paused.

"Sander," my son said with a big smile on his face.

"Alright..." Clariscia said and bestowed each of us a parchment. "These are our library cards. Your son can try to go here and borrow books whenever he wants." She winked at Sander. "All you need to do after you finish reading the books is return them here safely. Alright?"

"Hmm!" Sander nodded before he stared longer at her. He must have been starstruck at Clariscia's beaming smile.

I looked at Clariscia who gave me a thumbs up. I couldn't help smiling seeing how vibrant she was. If from earlier she looked like she had gone age, right now, she looked different.

"How old are you by the way?" I couldn't help but ask.

Clariscia looked surprised before she answered. "Eighteen. You?"

"Thirty-five." I chuckled quietly when her eyes widened.

"You don't look thirty-five to me!" she exclaimed and immediately hushed down when she realized that she made a noise.

"I know it must be because of how I still looked young. But I am really thirty-five with a son turning seven in the next couple of months," I said and caressed Sander's head.