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-Bella… I’m doing it for Dax. Don’t you realize that he needs a male figure in his life? -Hands
Bella’s eyes slowly closed upon hearing that. No
I couldn’t say anything because I agreed with him.
Old Donovan continued:
-You can see how quickly Dax became friends with me. We just look at each other; he immediately opened up to me. At first he surprised me, but then I realized that he needed a male figure to chat with. Who to play and learn with.
Bella was a little surprised. He knew this because they lived in a remote village in Northern Sweden, and there were no neighbors Dax’s age. He spent his time with just her and Noora.
Now, Bella understood why Dax showed his warm expression more often whenever Sean met him.
visited
“So, don’t think about other people who aren’t important in your life, but just focus and think about Dax, your son,” said old Donovan. Do you understand what
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I mean, right?
-Y-Yes.
-So, are you okay if I go with you to move to the capital?
Without saying anything, Bella nodded while holding her hands.
tears. She felt angry at herself for not being sensitive enough to let Dax meet more people her age and the rest of the family because she was too afraid of Sinclair finding out about him. She was too selfish, only thinking about herself.
Seeing Bella’s slightly red face and
Remaining silent, old Donovan continued his sentence:
-It’s okay, my dear Bella… I know… raising a child is not an easy thing. You have done something extraordinary for him
until now.
“Thank you, Grandpa,” Bella said softly as she took a deep breath. Okay, rest for a while. I’ll have Nick or Noora call you for lunch later.
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Dax walked behind Noora as they climbed to the second floor of the building.
They turned into a long hallway that resembled a standard hotel hallway, with doors on either side.
At the end of the corridor, a large glass window offered views of a vast expanse of flat land.
covered in snow.
He walks calmly, but his eyes narrow, watching Noora’s back.
Before reaching the end of the corridor, he asked:
-Why did you bring me here? -She asked with a deadpan expression.
Noora stopped dead. He turned to see Dax behind her. A warm smile framed her face before
say:
-Young master, I want you to choose your room before unpacking.
“You don’t have to pretend, Grandma,” Dax said calmly, still narrowing his eyes at her. I know you brought me here for some reason. Why?
Nora:
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He couldn’t believe that this intelligent young man had guessed it correctly. It was true; She had only made an excuse because the young miss needed to talk to the old master.
“So, which room do you want, young master?” – Noora asked. She was trying to ignore Dax’s question. Hurry up, young master…she chooses. “I have to unpack your suitcase because I have to go to the kitchen to help the chef prepare lunch,” he said.
another excuse.
Dax shook his head slowly. He knew that Noora had lied to him, but he let the matter aside; This must have been his mother’s order.
He pointed to the room at the end of the corridor and walked towards it. She walked in without waiting for Noora.
Casually sitting on the sofa with legs
Crossed, Dax’s eyes were still watching Noora, who was busy arranging her clothes in the closet.
When he saw her finish, Dax called Noora to
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Noora knew that this young master was intelligent; he couldn’t lie to her. She calmly sat on the sofa opposite him and showed a slight smile.
-Grandma, since I was little, I always
You taught me not to lie. Have you forgotten? -he asked
child.
Noora,… murmured.
-Gosh, now I’m falling into my own grave! She silently scolded herself for creating such an unreasonable excuse.
-Y-Yes. And? -She finally answered.
-My mother asked you, right? Dax asked.
randomly.
-Hahaha, Young Master is very intelligent; how could you guess it correctly? -Noora commented, trying to evade the question.
“I only know it from your expression,” he said.
-Okay, I won’t lie to you. “It was your mother who asked me to take you upstairs,” Noora confessed.
-Because? -Dax wanted to know.
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-Don’t know. You can ask him later. Okay, your things are unpacked. If you need anything, just call me, Noora she stood up and smiled at him before walking towards the door.
Although he was curious about his mother’s reason, he decided not to ask Noora further. “Thank you, Grandma,” she told him.
Suddenly, Noora’s footsteps stopped before she opened the door. She turned to look at Dax. -Young master, can you stop calling me that way?
solicitous.
-Because? “He used to call you that…” the boy replied, confused.
-It feels bad that you called the old teacher Grandpa. How can I be equal to him? Noora expressed with some sadness.
While they were still in Sweden, she didn’t care if Dax called her that because no one knew them.
over there.
Equal? Why do you feel this way, Grandma? You and Grandfather are equal; “To me you are equally worthy of being called Grandpa and Grandma,” Dax asked. Their
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thick eyebrows drew together. She seemed to not like hearing Noora’s words and her reducing her status to that of a babysitter or employee.
Noora was confused, looking at Dax,
-I said something wrong? Why does he seem so angry now? -she wondered.
-It’s okay, Grandma… Grandpa will understand if I call you that. “Don’t worry,” Dax said as he got up from his seat. He walked over to the desk to check his
iPad.
Suddenly, Noora smiled as she realized something. She said, -J-Young Master, I mean…
Dax turned to look at the door, only to find Noora still there, smiling. -Yeah? -she asked.
-Well, the Old Master is an old man. But I? I’m only in my forties. “I would feel as old as Old Master if you called me Grandma Noora,” she smiled mischievously. Okay, I’m leaving now,
He said as he closed the bedroom door.
Dax could only shake his head as he grabbed his iPad and sat on the couch.
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However, a few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.
-Dax, can I come in? -asked a soft voice from
outside.
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