Chapter 1328
Outside, the world was covered in a layer of clean, white snow; but inside, it was warm and cozy.
“Oh goodness me! Mom, why did you include a photo of me with my diaper soaking wet?!” Angela called out to
Daphne in embarrassment.
She covered the photo with her hands and turned to the man beside her. “You’re not allowed to see this one.”
Richard smirked and did not protest. After turning the page, he saw three–year–old Angela who was a pretty little
girl dressed in a princess gown. She looked adorable.
As Richard sat there flipping through the photos, he began to yearn for a daughter–one that would be as pretty and
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He would spend the rest of his life loving her and protecting her.
“Let’s have a daughter! One that looks just like you,” Richard said hoarsely.
Angela smiled. “Alright.”
They continued to look at photo after photo as Angela described the event or story behind each
one.
It was now afternoon.
Ruka spent the entire morning reading in the study. All of a sudden, she recalled the little kitten she saw with Ren
the last time. He didn’t take it home with him. Did he leave it at a pet store for them to take care of it on his
behalf?
She spotted a notebook that looked rather old. It stood out among the other books, so she reached out to grab it.
She yanked on it too hard and it slipped out of her grasp.
Although she managed to catch it before it fell to the ground, a few photos still fell out and scattered on the floor.
Ruka gasped in surprise when she saw the photos. They were photos of her when she was little.
After picking them up to take a closer look, she realized they were photos taken of her when she was four or five
years old. Why did she not have any recollection of it?
The toddler–sized her had a rather pompous and overbearing expression on her face. She was surprised that Ren
had these photos.
“Why did he keep these ugly–looking photos of me when he could’ve kept nicer ones instead?” Ruka grumbled.
She sat down and began to look through the notebook. However, she realized that it wasn’t his notebook. Instead,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe notebook was filled with squiggly lines and scrawled writing that seemed to have been done by a three–year–
old.
A lightbulb went off in her head. A three–year–old? Was it me? Is this mine from when I was learning how to write
back at Husson Residence?
True enough, after flipping through several pages, she found a barely readable scribble of her name, Ruka Singed.
Her heart skipped a beat. Ren must have taught her how to write when she was little. As she continued staring at
the writing, her heart grew warm.
It was possible to find traces of love etched in time, after all. Ruka rested her chin on her hands and thought about
how well–hidden Ren’s love for her had been. If it had not been for that, she would have at least sensed something
sooner.