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CHAPTER 3. Meeting Cynthia

Marcel's POV

I wasn't interested in those kids at first, is it good for me to know them? What are the benefits of knowing them? But Hana explained everything to me and said if I didn't meet her I would regret it for years if I passed her. It was Hana's talk that made me interested in meeting her and of course finding out about her. Hana raised my curiosity to a high. This curiosity will disappear if you directly meet the person Hana said. I stopped at a roadside. My eyes caught three kids across the street in the middle of a store-bought ice cream. It's just that I was a little confused, there was a woman with three children who wore the same clothes with a hat that covered her face. I watched their behavior with observance.

The long-haired woman carried the three children across with great care. It's just that the hat that blocks the three children makes me unable to see clearly, what are the faces of the children? I deliberately stared at the woman and child with my wolf instinct, this would make my eyes of course change at a glance, maybe no one would notice me if I didn't show it clearly. You have to be smart to use force in a crowd of people. It's dangerous to be a bit careless.

How will people accept my situation? Bad things will of course continue to threaten my clan if the humans find out about it.

"That's mine, the three children are mine. And that woman I slept with four years ago. I had to quickly go to her and bring to the bargain. My instincts are never wrong. They are mine.”

I also recognized that woman, she was Cynthia. The woman four years ago I hooked up with at the bar. Where when associated with her, a strange disease appeared. I suffer from insomnia every day because I sleep with that woman. My car is not far from where I am standing at the moment. I quickly ran to get the car.

And back to where I was standing.

With what I've been through. I became curious about Cynthia, naturally curious about her. I got out of the car and approached them. Introducing myself as the brother of Hana.

“Hi, I'm Marcel's brother from Hana, I'm responsible for picking you up. And of course, invite you to stay in our house for a while.” I said quickly without preamble. I'm not a person who is good at small talk, and for that, I can't start a good and right conversation.

However, the woman quickly rejected it. I want to talk. I do not like rejection. How else? I must maintain my dignity before her this time. This is my second meeting with the woman and the first meeting with my children.

"Trust me," I said reassuringly. Maybe she refused because she was afraid of strangers like me. The woman's gaze was so the same as when I first contacted her. She seemed to be contemplating her decision.

“Hana called me to surprise me in person. She said the surprise was at Marcel's house. How can I refuse so quickly? Meanwhile, I want to know what surprise Hana will give me. Arghh of course there is still time to make a decision again. All right, I'll follow what you say, Hana." Inner Cynthia.

She looked at me fixedly and nodded slowly. It took her a long time to think about saying yes. I feel like I want to hold my children, but my mind is jumbled. I walked slowly towards my car which was not far away, followed by the woman and my child.

Am I going to take her as a wife? Even I have claimed her children as my flesh and blood. That's my current thought. Now I and they are in the car. Of course to my house. They will stay with me for a while. How not to be happy? I'll be playing with the three kids a lot in the future. This is also my chance to get to know my son and daughter more. Not only that but of course, I also want to know the mother of the children.

Go at a moderate speed. I can only look at my children through the glass alone. If I say that, I didn't expect Cynthia to be able to give birth to three twins so adorable and funny, her face is so similar to mine. She gave birth without me, how will she deal with it? I can't imagine all that. Because of the feeling of armpits, You know? regarding her pregnancy. I didn't even think that in the same year, I would meet this woman again. And of course, she didn't recognize me as Marcel this time.

The eyes of three children kept on looking at me. I'm not uncomfortable, I'm feeling happy, sad and the like right now.

"Mom, may I ask?" asked the girl.

Cynthia replied very gently. Her upbringing was so very good, that her daughter had a good attitude.

“Is he my father's? My face looks very much the same as his,” she said.

I was surprised by the question my daughter threw. Cynthia looked surprised as well as me. She smiled so sweetly. It's true because my face is so similar to those three children's. Perhaps they were aware of it, even Cynthia must have been aware of it.

How will Chnythia respond? I'm curious of course. “Not. He is not your father. I already told you at that time, didn't you? Your father, your mother's husband too. He was happy there and had already passed away. God loves your father more. So he is still Marcel, you can't claim someone else as your father, I already told you that too. How? You understand, don't you?" she explained. The look on her face turned sad. She even smiled so that her daughter would still believe in her.

The three children nodded, but unlike her daughter, her demeanor changed instantly. Cynthia sighed because she knew about her daughter's change. How did she explain that her father was a pimp? She is ashamed of course of the actions that have been done in the past. A man will never leave a mark, even if she is a pimp. The sensitive ones are women. She sells herself to the pimp, not the pimp who sells herself. That's how people think. This child must not know this. Or maybe they will get hurt later. Seeing the mother's treatment of her father was not right. She also did not want to destroy the upbringing that had been applied to her two sons and daughter. Even though she was not right, she did not want his son to be like his father and himself.

I don't know why her words hurt me. "I'm sorry, my children."

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