NovelOnlineCon, let's go back for lunch.” “Alright, Uncle!” Tony nodded. The convoy, led by Roy, was already ready. Since they were
heading to Flintstone Estate, which wasn't too far away, only two security vehicles accompanied them.
Imogen looked out from her dorm’s floor-to- ceiling window, watching the two cars departing from the Flintstone Residence. A
strong sense of loss welled up within her. She believed that one day, she, too, would becan indispensable part of Zacharias’
life.
Shirley sat beside Zacharias in the car, feeling more relaxed since they were only out for a meal. After about half an hour, the
convoy entered the Flintstone Estate's courtyard. It was an older area with no tall buildings around, so it exuded a serene
atmosphere, free from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Shirley stepped out of the car, and Zacharias turned to her, saying, “Let's go! I'll show you around my room.” Shirley appeared
calm on the surface, but deep down, she felt a growing sense of anticipation. She was surprised to find herself eager to learn more
about this man.
“Grandpa Josef!” Tony called out as he walked into the hall, where Josef emerged. “Tony, you've ctoo.” Shirley immediately
greeted Josef. “Hello, Old Mr. Flintstone.” “Miss Lloyd, welcto our home. Please cinside.” “You're too kind, sir,” Shirley
said. Josef’s overly enthusiastic welcmade her somewhat bashful.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Dad, I'll take care of her,” Zacharias said. Old Mr. Flintstone nodded, and Tony said, “Grandpa Josef, let's play chess. There's still
stbefore lunch is ready, right?” “Do you think you can beat me?” “Well, I've cto learn from you, haven't I?” Tony said
and headed toward a side room where a chessboard was always set up.
Meanwhile, Zacharias took Shirley's hand as they headed upstairs. Out of panic, Shirley attempted to pull her hand away, but
Zacharias held it tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. So, she could only let him lead her upstairs.
“Zacharias, let go of me. | can walk on my own.” she whispered. Once they reached the second floor, Zacharias released her hand
and walked toward his bedroom door. He opened it and invited her in, saying, “Cin! Letshow you around.” Shirley entered.
She used to think her father had the most trophies in his room, but now it was Zacharias’. On a long table, there were trophies of
various sizes that he had won. On the wall, there was a photo wall featuring pictures of him from childhood to adulthood. Shirley
admired the photos, but suddenly, her breath caught in her throat.
Good heavens, what is that?
Mortified, Zacharias covered one of his childhood photos. He was a little over a year old at that tand was dressed in open-
crotch pants, bearing everything that needed to be hidden.
“Don’t look at this one.” The man blushed. In a rare moment of catching him off guard, Shirley reached out and moved his hand
away. “Why won't you letsee it? You invitedto look around, right? Move your hand away.” She pulled his hand away and
stared at the photo with great interest. The toddler in the picture looked absolutely adorable. However, as Shirley looked at it, she
began blushing.
Very quickly, she looked away and turned her attention elsewhere.
Zacharias took the chance to take the photo away, deciding to keep it out of sight. He didn’t mind letting her look at it if she
wanted to, though.
After spending about fifteen minutes in Zacharias’ room, Shirley went downstairs. She heard laughter coming from the side hall
and couldn't resist her curiosity. As she approached, she found Tony and Josef playing chess. Shirley stood by with great interest to
watch.
Clearly, Tony was still too young and naive. He becproud after capturing one piece, but little did he know that Josef had a
powerful move coming up. By the end of the game, Tony suffered a crushing defeat.
“You're not my match. Zach is.” Josef chuckled.
“That's just because | don’t play often enough,” Tony protested, and then he noticed Shirley standing there. He immediately said,
“Goddess, how about a gwith us?” Josef also thought it was a good idea for the young folks to play. He stood up and said,
“Miss Lloyd, why don’t you play with him?” “I'm not very good at chess,” she admitted, waving her hand.
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