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Days passed, and it had been three or two days since they returned from the tranquil, unforgettable little town.
At this moment, Yves King was leisurely and skillfully busy preparing the evening meal in the kitchen, his face still beaming with a happy smile, looking every bit like the image of a domestic good man.
Ever since he and Maeve participated in the school-organized outdoor activity, the affection between Yves King and Maeve had deepened a layer. Especially when he was at the hospital, and the doctor mistook him for Maeve's father, a kind of indescribable feeling suddenly arose in his heart, like a sense of responsibility that surged out of nowhere, undeniable and willingly borne.
