Larissa had not even begun to reject the offer when Dylan scooped Aster into his arms, turning around and speeding away with haste. He ignored every shout of Larissa's. With the way he acted, one would think he was a child trafficker or something.
Though Larissa was annoyed, she could not do anything to Dylan. Spitting curses internally, she ran after him. Kevan matched his pace to hers.
Larissa did not want to talk to him, and Kevan had to do his best to pretend that they were not familiar with each other. They remained silent, and only the sound of footsteps could be heard.
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Dylan drove them to a private dining restaurant that was not far from where they were. Unlike other widespread restaurants in which anyone could dine, this was a restaurant with a strict member-only system. Moreover, even if one was a member, one had to make a booking at least a day before the day of dining and decide the course with the chef.
Dylan had clearly made a booking early on. He gave his name, and the waiter led them to a private room. The decor here had a colonial style, probably because the mansion rented by the restaurant belonged to some general in the colonial era.
Dylan and Aster sat together. They kept chatting without stopping—naturally engaging in topics that Aster was interested in.
Aster was a fan of superheroes. Although he was young and did not know a lot of words, he had seen and read many superhero comics and movies. His favorite superhero was Superman. From a young age, he loved wearing the red cape Larissa bought for him and darting about the house, shouting about how he was going to defeat the bad guys. He could even memorize the plot of the Superman comics.
However, the other kids his age—regardless of where they were from, were not interested in superheroes. They preferred SpongeBob or Peppa Pig. It was only after meeting with Dylan that Aster was able to broach the subject with another person.
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