Anastasia was worried her mom was headed for trouble. She couldn’t afford to sit back and wait—she needed to figure out Adam’s intentions, and fast.
If Adam genuinely cared for her mother, Anastasia would support them with open arms. But if he was only pretending, he’d have her to answer to.
She already knew Adam’s situation. Poverty wasn’t the issue—deceit was. If Adam could ignore his sick son just to wine and dine Salma, then something was definitely off.
Salma had set up a lunch at a cozy little diner. Anastasia didn’t even bother driving; she just grabbed a cab with her mom. Before Adam arrived, Anastasia quietly slipped off her jewelry. No need to advertise wealth.
After about fifteen minutes, Adam walked in, holding a bouquet of roses and grinning from ear to ear. As soon as he saw Salma, his whole face lit up.
“These are for you, Salma,” he said, handing her the flowers.
Salma looked both surprised and shy—this was her first time getting flowers from a man. Anastasia smiled to herself. Women, no matter their age, can’t resist a little romance.
Salma took the bouquet, flustered. “Oh, Adam, I’m too old for this! But thank you. Here, let me introduce you—this is my daughter, Anastasia. Ana, this is Adam.”
“Nice to meet you, Adam,” Anastasia said politely, standing up and shaking his hand.
Adam wasn’t exactly Hollywood-handsome—just an ordinary-looking guy—but he had a warm, approachable air about him.
He grinned. “So this is Ana! You’re as beautiful as your mother.”
Anastasia almost laughed. No wonder her mom liked him; the man knew how to lay on the charm.
Salma blushed, practically glowing.
Okay, Anastasia thought, now it makes sense why Mom’s so smitten—Adam knows exactly what to say.
“Take a seat, Adam,” Anastasia said. “I already ordered a few dishes. Mom’s been talking about you nonstop, so I was eager to finally meet the guy who makes her so happy.”
Adam waved a hand. “At our age, every day counts. No point dwelling on worries. Your mom and I? We’re just getting a second chance at being young.”
Salma giggled, a bit embarrassed. Anastasia thought, Love isn’t just for teenagers—moms can be just as swept away.
With her mother so taken, there was no chance of her seeing Adam clearly. She’d have to be the one to keep her guard up.
Anastasia managed a small smile. “Adam, you seem like a real optimist. So, who else is in your family? It’s just Mom and me, so I want to know who she’s spending time with. As her daughter, I have to look out for her.”
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman)
Author pls Pls don't separate Ana and Herman once again because of Sandy. There must be an ending to Ana's sufferings!...
Yes yes yes!!! Thank you!!!...
How comes the twists are becoming uninteresting and unrealistic? Readers will prefer cleaner straight happy endings. Please don't go far beyond otherwise readers will lose interest. Time to end the story like we want it to be....
Please give us a happy ending for Anastasia and Herman with Pattie recognized as Herman's daughter, thank you!!!...
Pls update. This novel is really good....