Quinn stood there in a light gray casual suit, the sunlight giving him a golden edge, looking like a celestial being stepping out of a painting.
He was holding a few delicate paper boxes with the logo of the most difficult–to–book fruit shop in the city printed on them.
“Mr. Shillingford?” Andrea stood up and brushed the sand off her.
She wore a simple white T–shirt and jeans today, with her hair casually tied in a ponytail, completely different from her usual elegant style.
Quinn nodded slightly, “I came to deliver the quarterly report, didn’t expect to run into Ms. Rehbein.”
The kids all swarmed around, and one brave little boy just grabbed Quinn’s leg.
Andrea was surprised to see that the man, who seemed aloof, bent down to pick up the child and even fixed the boy’s crooked collar.
“Quinn brought strawberry cakes.”
His voice was still cold, but his tone softened a lot, “One per person, line up.”
Andrea looked at the scene in front of her and couldn’t help but smile.
Quinn handing out snacks was like running a big meeting, even the littlest kids lined up obediently.
He squatted down and made eye contact with the children, his expensive clothes getting dusty but he didn’t care.
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“You come too.” After finishing the dim sum, Quinn waved to her, “We need one more person.”
Andrea walked closer and noticed that there were hopscotch grids set up next to the sandbox.
Quinn took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, showing. off his defined forearms.
He was half kneeling on the ground, using chalk to correct a crooked
square.
“Are you playing this?” Andrea couldn’t help but ask.
Quinn looked up, the sunlight reflecting tiny rays on his lenses, “I have a lot of brothers and sisters.”
He gestured for her to take the chalk, “In this generation of our family, I am the eldest son.”
The next half hour turned Andrea’s perception of the leader of the Shillingford Group upside down.
When Quinn was playing hopscotch, she moved gracefully like a crane, but pretended to stumble on purpose when stepping on the lines, making the children laugh out loud.
He lost the game and obediently accepted the punishment, singing a nursery rhyme with a cold voice and a funny tune, creating a wonderful contrast.
“I didn’t expect Mr. Shillingford to be so good with kids.” During the break, Andrea handed him a bottle of mineral water.
Quinn twisted off the cap and swallowed, her Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, “Every third Saturday of the month, I’ll come if I have time.”
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He looked at the children playing in the distance, his eyes softened for a moment, “At home, the older ones should take care of the younger ones.”
“Did all the cousins live together?”
“The old house was too small to live in, but I had to go back every Sunday for a meal.”
Quinn smirked, “My cousin, the youngest is only five years old.”
Andrea was stunned.
She couldn’t imagine scenes where dozens of people gathered every week.
She used to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner alone at home.
After Roderick took over, the so–called family was just dinner for two.
“It sounds lively,” she finally said, with a hint of envy in her voice that she didn’t even realize.
Quinn looked at her sharply, “Ms. Rehbein didn’t like this atmosphere?”
“Not that I don’t like it,” Andrea instinctively touched her earlobe, “I’m just not used to it.”
A sycamore leaf fell into her hair.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.