Six years later.
Crossroads between the n’s and won’s restrooms at the airport.
A slender and beautiful woman is half-squatting in front of a six-year-old boy.
"Mommy is going to the restroom, Timmy, don’t run around! Keep an eye on the luggage." The woman’s voice is gentle and warm, her motherly gaze eting the boy’s eyes.
After receiving his nod of assurance, Ivana Monroe stands up and gracefully walks into the won’s restroom.
As Ivana leaves, the boy’s extraordinarily handso features are revealed to the crowd.
"What a handso little boy."
"He really is, even better looking than the child stars on TV."
"He looks like he stepped out of a comic book..."
Passing aunties and young ladies are delighted, their eyes frequently drawn to the boy.
They want so badly to touch his soft, pink cheeks.
"Move aside." A cold voice cos from behind them, slightly immature.
The aunties and young ladies blocking the path turn their heads, seeing no one except passing pedestrians.
"I’ll say it again, move aside."
The impatient immature voice sounds once more.
Everyone lowers their heads and sees another cool and handso boy appearing.
Approximately six years old, wearing black jeans and a small black leather jacket.
He wears black sunglasses, covering most of his face, but the exquisite facial contour is unmistakable, his thin lips tightly pressed, showcasing the little owner’s displeasure.
Though he is small, his aura is anything but.
Everyone is perceptive; one look at this little guy, and they realize his background is not simple.
Such a boy, no matter how good-looking, they dare not look too much, fearing they might offend soone beyond their ans.
The crowd disperses.
The cool boy is headed to the n’s restroom, passing by Timmy Monroe, who grabs the boy’s little arm.
"Let go." The little eyebrows behind the sunglasses are already tightly knitted; he dislikes being touched by strangers.
The sunglasses are removed by a small hand, and the cool boy’s true appearance is revealed to Timmy Monroe, resembling a pair of indistinguishable twin brothers.
Timmy Monroe’s little mouth forms an ’O’ shape, and he asks softly, "We look so much alike! Almost identical, did you also co out of my mommy’s tummy?"
Ian Keane is equally taken aback at the sight of Timmy Monroe, but he wouldn’t respond as childishly as Timmy Monroe.
With a gaze suggesting he thinks Timmy is an idiot, Ian glances at Timmy Monroe, shakes off his hand, snatches back his sunglasses, puts them on coolly, and leaves a cold back to Timmy Monroe.
"Baby, what are you looking at? Do you need to go potty too?"
Ivana Monroe exits the won’s restroom, sees Timmy Monroe’s little eyes fixed on the n’s restroom, and assus he needs to go.
Timmy Monroe looks up, sees Ivana standing beside him, his eyes bright, and excitedly says, "Mommy, I saw a boy who looks exactly like ."
At this mont, Ivana Monroe’s phone rings.
She takes it out and sees it’s a call from Stacy Floyd.
Ivana slides to the answer button, puts the phone to her ear: "Stacy, um, I’ve already landed, just went to the restroom, coming out soon."
Ivana puts the phone in her coat pocket, pulls up the handle of the luggage, holds Timmy Monroe’s small hand with the other.
She doesn’t take Timmy’s words to heart.
"Your godmother has arrived, she’s waiting for us at the airport exit!"
anwhile.
n’s restroom at the airport.
A cold boy stands beside an equally cold man.
The man is impeccably dressed, tall and slender, his handso face sharply defined, with deep, ink-black eyes, a prominent nose, and thin lips slightly pressed.
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