Owl Eagle stood still, staring at the slender and petite back of Emily Stone. He had almost forgotten this woman, but now that she had reappeared, his memories of Tara Summer trying to matchmake them resurfaced.
His expression gradually darkened. Owl Eagle furrowed his brow, clutched his backpack tightly, and strode heavily into the Villa House.
Inside the villa, Oskar was sitting on the sofa doing arithmetic problems.
The room was well-heated. Oskar had taken off his coat, his little face rosy and adorable.
As Emily Stone approached the living room, she let out an exclamation, "Whose child is this, so cute!"
Oskar heard her voice, lifted his head abruptly, and gave her a sweet smile.
"So beautiful!" Emily was instantly captivated, rushing to the front of the sofa, her eyes stuck on the child's little face, unable to look away, "… Who is he? Is he mixed?"
