Arren's smile turned stiff and awkward for a moment, then he couldn't help but finally pinch her squishy cheeks. Ivanna pouted and kicked a fuss, telling Arren not to pinch her cheeks.
He laughed, leaving the conversation unfinished. Of course, his face was recognizable wherever he went. Arren decided that while waiting for Spade, he wouldn't leave the house, lest he might cause an unexpected problem instead.
Arren had enough evidence to say that he was really a magnet for trouble. Even if he was born reckless, his life was intertwined with many others, and Arren had enough of the suffering during his last two lifetimes.
He sincerely hoped that this life would be different.
After a while, Auntie Mildred approached Arren.
"Here," she handed Arren a paper bag. "There's still some new clothes in there from when I purchased a lot before. It's cheap, but I hope it's fine."
