Female NovelAlexis prepared a bath and following her refreshing shower, she nestled against her father’s comforting embrace.
With tender care, Waylen dried her hair, his eyes overflowing with affection, as he imparted, “Lexi, if you desire a mother, you must fight for it yourself.”
Puzzled, Alexis sensed an incongruity.
If she had to seek out her mother independently what role did her father play in this pursuit?
Waylen maintained his composure as he explained, “I shall enroll you in piano lessons. There, you shall encounter numerous talented female instructors. Should you come across someone with your hair color and striking looks, you can ask her to be your mother. But let’s make a deal first! Don’t tell your true name or my name to anyone, okay?”
Alexis struggled to comprehend.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Waylen proceeded to offer a rational explanation, “If they were to discover who I am, they would covet my beauty and their affection for you would be disingenuous. Just like Miss Carson and Miss Garcia. And we wouldn’t want that, right?”
Alexis pondered over her father’s words and found herself in agreement.
As nightfall approached, Alexis gazed at her reflection in the mirror, contemplating the possibility that someone with her hair color and striking features could indeed be her mother.
Unbeknownst to Alexis, Rena had ceased her teaching career.
However, in the early morning hours, Paisley called Rena from Rouemn, urging her to care for a friend’s child.
Rena harbored curiosity and was about to inquire further when Paisley swiftly changed the subject. “I must take my medication. I have to go.”
Once the call ended, Rena felt a sense of helplessness. After contemplating for a while, she made her way to the music studio.
Approaching the front desk, Rena inquired if such a person existed. And there was!
The individual’s identity remained confidential though. Rena surmised that the child must belong to someone of great importance, and so she patiently waited.
At five o’clock in the afternoon, the receptionist approached Rena, wearing a warm smile. “Miss Gordon, the child has arrived. You may go and have a look.”
Rena didn’t take the matter too seriously.
Setting aside the report she held in her hand, she entered the reception room.
A servant had brought the child there. To Rena’s astonishment, the child was incredibly young. barely reaching a meter in height.
Initially, Rena was inclined to decline, deeming the child too young to embark on a piano-learning journey.
However, when the child turned around, Rena was overcome with a chilling sensation that coursed through her entire being.
The child’s hair possessed a lustrous brown hue and her features were exquisite.
She was undeniably beautiful.
She resembled… she resembled…