At eight o'clock in the morning
Viviane gently ran her fingers through Evans' little curls, her eyes brimming with tenderness. "Baby, Mommy has to go to work now. Stay with Zeth, be a good boy, okay?"
A light jasmine scent wafted through the air, the scent of Viviane's signature perfume, elegant and enchanting.
Upon hearing this, Evans dove into Zeth's arms without looking back, giggling. "I won't be naughty, Zeth, let's go!"
Viviane felt a slight pang of sadness; a fleeting look of loneliness crossed her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't hurt by how distant her son was. But she had chosen her career at that time, and all she could do now was try to make up for it.
After thinking this, Viviane elegantly turned around, the sharp click of her high
