No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora and Zachary) novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459 Spend The Night With You
It had been two months since Harrietta last saw Lenora, and she missed her dearly.

After school in the afternoon, Harrietta, as usual, lined up with her deskmate, Brielle Livingston, to leave the kindergarten. As she was looking around, she heard Brielle say, “Hattie, your mom and dad are here to pick you up!”

Following Bruce's gaze, Harrietta saw a man and a woman standing side by side by a car, their eyes scanning through a group of kindergarteners.

The man wore a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong, well-defined forearms. Black suit trousers complemented his tall, lean frame, held perfectly in place by a refined leather belt that added a touch of understated elegance. He exuded effortless style, embodying the very definition of a natural model.

The woman wore a form-fitting white lace blouse that elegantly highlighted her silhouette. A delicate silver necklace adorned her fair, graceful collarbones, adding a touch of sophistication. Her slender, porcelain forearms were exposed, enhancing her ethereal charm. A khaki pencil skirt hugged her lower body, complementing her long, slender legs, which seemed to embody the phrase “porcelain skin.”

The couple's charm captured the attention of many parents. Even the children couldn't help but cast curious gazes toward the pair.

Brielle immediately noticed Harrietta's handsome dad.

She heard from her father that Harrietta's dad was influential. Hence, when Brielle's father learned about Brielle's connection to Harrietta, he advised her to maintain a good relationship with Harrietta.

Harrietta's eyes sparkled with delight when she saw Lenora. She scrambled toward her, her small legs carrying her as fast as they could. Once she reached Lenora, she called out, “Aunt Lenora!”

Lenora bent over, hugging the girl and planting two kisses on her face. “Hattie, I'm back. Did you miss me?”

“I did!” Harrietta exclaimed.

Just as Lenora was about to say something else, Brielle's childish voice interjected her, “Hattie, your mom's really beautiful!”

Harrietta cast a startled glance at Lenora, her heart pounding in her chest.

Lenora lifted her head to see a plump little girl, her face adorned with two dimples when she smiled. She said, “Thank you for your compliment. You're quite adorable too.”

Harrietta bit her lip and was relieved Lenora didn't correct Brielle.

Brielle's father was next to her, and the two of them looked very much alike.

“Mr. Fuller.” A flattering smile was plastered on Brielle's father's face as he offered Zachary a cigarette. “Here to pick up your child?”

“Yeah. I don't smoke.” Zachary glanced at Harrietta, waving his hand in refusal.

Brielle's father quickly regained his senses and said, “Ah, I don't usually smoke either. I just carry it for social occasions.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Harrietta bid farewell to Brielle and slipped into the backseat of the car. As the engine purred to life, the car eased forward, navigating the congested road at a sluggish pace.

“Hattie, you missed your Aunt Lenora, right? Why aren't you saying anything now that you finally see her?” Zachary asked.

Harrietta pursed her lips, stealing a shy glance at Lenora. Their eyes met, and with her face flushed, she buried herself in Lenora's embrace.

The girl had always been known for her sharp mind and quick wit. Yet, this was the first time she was this bashful, and the sight was utterly endearing.

Lenora chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around Harrietta and gently patting her back. “Why are you so shy? I told you to call me whatever you want.”

No wonder Hattie never responded to her classmates' greetings whenever I came to pick her up. She was always in a hurry to leave, dragging me along. It turns out she's afraid her classmates might call me her mother. I bet she's been boasting at school about me being her mother.

Harrietta lifted her head from Lenora's embrace, blinking her large eyes as she asked cautiously, “You... You don't think I'm vain, do you?”

Lenora had grown up in a single-parent household, enduring her share of prejudice throughout her childhood. She deeply understood Harrietta's reluctance to let others know she came from an incomplete family.

Seeing a child as young as Harrietta already learning to navigate and adapt to others' moods struck a painful chord in Lenora—it broke her heart.

“Beyond academic achievements, constantly comparing oneself to others is an act of vanity. Have you ever claimed that your parents are better than someone else's?” Lenora asked gently.

Harrietta's mind flashed back to the time she had proudly boasted to her classmates about Lenora winning first place in a photography competition. Her cheeks flushed as she blinked guiltily, raising her pinky finger to indicate the tiniest sliver. “I might have mentioned it... just a little,” she admitted with a sheepish grin.

“Don't ever do that again, understand?”