He was as handso as a leading man straight out of a comic, a cold-hearted protagonist not to be trifled with.
Beside him stood a little boy with the sa cool expression, like a miniature version of him.
Done peeing.
Ian Keane pulled up his pants and glanced at the handso, aloof man.
"Daddy, did your woman outside give a little brother?"
Leon Keane frowned, "Where did you hear such rumors?"
"Even if it’s true, it’s okay. Daddy, you don’t have to hide it from . You can bring my little brother back, but won... not allowed."
Airport arrival terminal.
"Oh my dear little Timmy, you’re getting more handso by the day. Godmother missed you so much. Co, let godmother give you so kisses."
Seeing little Timmy Monroe.
Stacy Floyd cast aside her assistant’s repeated reminders, took off her sunglasses and mask, and embraced her little Timmy, covering his fair and handso little face with kisses from her red lips.
Timmy Monroe looked to Ivana Monroe for help.
His mommy was smiling as she watched his godmother smother him with affection, showing no intention of rescuing him.
Timmy lowered his head silently, imagining the disaster of a face full of lipstick marks he’d have soon.
After Stacy Floyd finished kissing, her fiery red lips had faded quite a bit, "Darling, did you miss your godmother?"
Timmy nodded, replying very sweetly and softly, "Yes."
Stacy bead with delight.
"Such a good boy. Godmother will take you ho."
Stacy Floyd arranged for Ivana Monroe to stay at her house. She’s usually away filming and doesn’t return often.
Besides, her ho security system is much better than those rented places.
With single mother Ivana staying there with Timmy, she felt more at ease.
About an hour later.
Royal View Bay, located in this bustling city’s pri area, ho to renowned directors and top-tier actors.
Stacy Floyd’s ho was rather simple, with an exceptionally large living room, warm-colored woven carpets, and filled with all sorts of brand-new toys.
"Godmother, your house is so big!" Timmy’s childish voice exclaid.
"Do you like it?"
"I like it."
"The toys over there are carefully selected by godmother, and now they’re all yours."
"Wow... Thank you, godmother."
Watching the little guy happily run off to play with the toys, Stacy Floyd handed the keys to Ivana Monroe, her eyes showing an apologetic look as she said, "I should’ve hosted a welco for you two, but the advertisers are pressing hard, and I have to leave soon."
Stacy Floyd was a trending top-tier celebrity, with every one of her dramas a hit, constantly in demand for endorsents; for her to take ti from her busy schedule to pick up Ivana at the airport was touching.
Ivana felt deeply moved, "You’ve done so much for already. Thank you, Stacy."
A warm feeling washed over her, and she vowed to rember Stacy’s kindness forever.
"Oh, I almost forgot to ntion, I booked a mother-and-son deluxe al for you at The Sovereign Hotel, just next to our neighborhood. Just take my godson there at noon, and ntion your phone number; I booked it under your number."
As Stacy Floyd left, she sent a flying kiss to Timmy Monroe, "Darling, rember to think of godmother."
Timmy Monroe: "..."
The Sovereign Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in Ravenswood, bar none.
It doesn’t accommodate walk-ins, requiring guests to et three conditions: social elite, VIP, and advance reservation.
The Sovereign’s decor is reminiscent of The Vardenian Palace in France, lavish and magnificent, held in high esteem. Holding a wedding here is the dream of every socialite in Ravenswood.
"Mom, Dad, this is where Zachary and I will hold our wedding."
Michelle Monroe held Zachary Heston’s arm, gazing at his handso face with a sweet expression.
After all these years, she’s finally going to marry her dear Zachary.
The parents bead with joy, creating a warm and joyful scene of family reunion.
"Mommy, mommy, why have you stopped walking?"
The little boy shook his mommy’s hand, his childish voice full of curiosity as he looked at the four adults ahead, "Mommy, do you know them?"
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