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 cute as Angela was.
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, the 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.
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