Nine months too late: After divorce

She forced her thoughts to gather, reminding herself the reason she was with him in the first place.

Looking ahead, she spotted a car in the distance and gently took his hand, pulling him to the side of the street and next to some flowers.

He was in a school uniform. Looking around, Sylvie spotted a small school close to them. Oh! So he must be a student there.

But why was he by himself on a street!? Where were his parents? The teachers? And why did the school seem kind of quiet? Remembering that it was noon already, she figured the school might have dismissed for the day already. So, why was he

here?

"Is your mum around?" She leaned down to his height and asked,

The boy simply stared at her, not saying a word.

Sylvie noticed something odd about him-his uniform looked worn out, his short actually having a small tear at the back.

For a child with a tablet, shouldn't he look better?

She looked around, but there was no one else in sight.

"You school here, right?" She asked. And this time, he nodded-slowly.

"And your school has dismissed?"

He nodded again.

"Where are your parents?" He said nothing.

Why wasn't he using words? Sylvie pondered.

Her hand itched to go up to his ruffled hair and smoothen it. It was insane. This was somebody's child, and his parents might pick offense if they walk in on her touching their son. But Sylvie felt the strong urge to actually touch him. Unable to resist any further, she reached out, gently and carefully stroking his hair. Her eyes locked onto his-beautiful silver eyes, just like the eyes of someone she used to be in love with.

To her surprise, the boy smiled, and goodness! he had the prettiest smile she's ever seen on a child! He was so handsome. "That's cute," she ruffled his hair again. "You should do that more often."

His smile widened. Sylvie felt the butterflies she thought were dead coming awake in her stomach. She hadn't felt them since four years ago when she was happy with Kage. And God, it felt so good that she was feeling them again. But how could the little boy's smile be powerful enough to make her feel this?

She smiled back at him.

"What's your name?" She finally released his hair and straightened up.

He didn't give her a response but continued staring at her.

Sylvie chuckled. "Come on, don't be shy. You can talk to me. I want to know your name."C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

The little boy lowered his head, as if struggling with something. When he rose his head again, he opened his mouth, closed

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it, opened again and looked like he finally wanted to talk.

"I'm-I'm-"

"Asher!" A tiny voice rang out.

Angling her head, Sylvie found a little girl running out of the school and toward them, wearing the same uniform.

She breathed in relief when she reached them. "I found you. You got me worried, Asher!" She took the boy's hand, then shifted her gaze to Sylvie.

"I'm sorry, Miss, was my brother bothering you?"

Sylvie was amused. Brother? They looked the same age. But Sylvie wouldn't doubt them being siblings as they looked alike and even had the same silver eyes. The girl's hair was long and styled into two ponytails, and just like the boy, her uniform looked worn out. The little girl turned to her brother. "You didn't have to run off because you wanted to play with Bridget's tablet. She wants to go home now and has been looking for you. So, you should head back and give it to her."

Sylvie's eyes beamed with understanding. The tablet wasn't theirs!

Nodding to his sister, the boy looked at Sylvie and waved at her. Sylvie felt warmth travel all the way to her heart. God, why was he so adorable?

The girl turned to leave with him.

"Where's your mother?" Sylvie asked.

While the girl stopped walking, the boy continued, heading back to the school.

"She's on her way." There was a flicker of pain across her face.

"Is she always this late to pick you up from school?"

The little girl glanced down at the floor. The next time she looked at Sylvie, she had a bright smile. "Mum is just always busy. But she'll be here soon."

Sylvie was amazed at how perfectly the girl made the smile look real and not fake.

Something shifted in her chest. She didn't know why, but she didn't want to stop talking to the girl.

"Are you guys...okay?" She didn't even know why she was asking. Why wouldn't they be okay?

"We're fine," she shrugged. "Don't mind my brother, he just enjoys playing a lot. He's obsessed with Bridget's tablet."

"Are you...twins?"

The girl nodded with a small smile. Understanding dawned on Sylvie. How...cute that was. Maybe that was the reason she felt drawn to them. Her kids would've been like them if they were alive.

She offered a bitter smile. "Your brother's quite the quiet type, isn't he?" Her gaze shifted to the school's entrance where the Hittle boy had long entered.

"Not really," the girl shrugged. "He just doesn't speak at all."

Sylvie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"He hasn't spoken to anyone for almost a year now."