RIEL’S POV
I opened the door, only to see a group of little children. They looked like they had not eaten for days, with messy hair and pale faces. They were even wearing torn clothes, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. They seemed to have no one to take care of them.
“Good afternoon, miss,” one of the children greeted, her tone low and soft. She was the one standing close to the door, while the others stood behind her.
“Afternoon, sweetheart.” I squatted with a huge smile. “What is your name?” I gently touched the little girl’s cheek.
“Chloe,” she answered.
“Okay, Chloe. It’s nice to meet you.” I took my hands off her face, still smiling at her. “May I please know why you all have come to my house?”
“We’re really hungry, miss,” she answered softly. “We have no food to eat, so we thought if we came to you, you might find us something to eat. You don’t have to give us that much. Even if it’s just one piece of a cookie, we would appreciate it so much.”
“One piece of a cookie? How is that going to satisfy each and every one of you?” I asked in wonder.
“We’ll share it among ourselves, miss.”
“Wow,” I whispered to myself, absolutely surprised. “Do you guys have parents?”
“No, we don’t. We’re all orphans wandering around the streets,” Chloe responded.
I felt so sad for them; it was really touching. I couldn’t let these children starve; I just couldn’t. I wasn’t even going to scold them or whatever. I’d make sure they eat until they are full. And I could also let them live in this house. Andre wouldn’t get angry with this; he was a kind-
hearted person, so I knew we were on the same page.
“Okay then.” I got to my feet. “All of you, come inside.” 1 opened the door wide for them.
“Really, miss?” One of the children brought out so much happiness in his tone. “You want all of us to come inside your house?”
“Of course,” I answered promptly. “Is that a bad idea?” I raised an eyebrow at him..
“No, no,” he replied.
“If so, then come in, all of you!” I stepped back. With a clamorous shout of glee, they all rushed inside the house.
I closed the door, unable to stop smiling at them. I adored little children since I
ery much. So was given the opportunity to take good care of them, why should I reject it?
LUKE’S POV
“What did you just say?” My grandfather quizzed me, and trust me, that tone didn’t sound nice. “Are you still pursuing that lady?”
“Yes, grandpa, I love her so much, and she loves me too. If I’m going to get married to someone, it’s definitely her.”
“Over my dead body!” He shouted right away. “You shall not marry that woman!”
“But why, grandpa? What wrong did she do to you?”
“Enough!” He snapped. “That girl will never be welcomed into the Reynold family as long as I’m still alive!” He continued shouting, and he gasped all of a sudden, placing his hand on his
“Grandpa?” I exclaimed. “What’s wrong?”
“I think he had a heart attack,” Tim told me, placing his hands around my grandfather’s chest. “But he’s not dead. We need to take him to the hospital as soon as possible.”
Both of us carried him to my car, and we drove off. When we arrived at the hospital, the nurses assisted us in taking him to a room. Tim and I stood outside, worry creeping all over my face.
I stood, watching these little children enjoy their dish, all seated on the couch. There were nine of them, actually.
The smile on my face was just too much as I continued to watch them relish every bit of the buffalo wings I had prepared for them. Of course, I was a great cook, all thanks to Elizabeth. But don’t get me wrong; she only took my cooking skills to the next level.
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