"Uncle Kevan, do you have Superman figurines?" His gaze was practically sparkling even as he looked at Kevan.
Having made a mistake earlier, Kevan was much more careful now. "Sorry." He smiled helplessly. "Uncle Kevan forgot what Superman looks like."
Larissa's heart sank some, and she felt inexplicably sad.
After that, Dylan answered all of Aster's questions for Kevan. "Superman figurines? Of course, he has them!"
"Batman? Yup!"
"Spiderman? He has several!"
…
Aster's smile grew wider and wider, and his eyes were sparkling like diamonds now.
Finally, he asked, "Uncle Kevan, can I go play at your house?"
Kevan could answer this question with no problem. "Of course, whenever you like."
…
The prearranged dishes began to arrive at the table half an hour later. They were light, and many of them had a sweeter taste, which was more suitable for a child's palate.
Larissa could smell a "scheme" in all this. She remembered that Dylan and Kevan, who were Northerners, preferred highly seasoned food. She did not know why Dylan wanted to treat Aster so well—she had clearly expressed her hope that he could leave her and her son alone, but he kept sticking on like a damned lizard and stayed attached to Aster as if he were glued to her boy.
Theoretically speaking, he should be more affectionate toward Bethany. After all, Bethany was Kevan's biological daughter, and Kevan was closer to him than he was to her. But after Aster complained to him, he seemed … colder to Bethany—it could be said that he was no longer as nice as he used to be to her.
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