Ms. Mitch and Mr. Paul? What important matter brings you here?
I quickly grabbed my sling bag, put my phone inside, and took out my motorcycle keys. Then I took Emil's hand to walk faster towards the garage. It wouldn't be nice if they had to wait any longer.
I started the vehicle, driving it at a moderate speed. I didn't forget to stop by the cake and bakery shop to buy something suitable to serve.
The elderly woman with a calm demeanor smiled warmly as I arrived home. Nadia was sitting with them.
"Sorry, Ms., for the long wait." I kissed the back of her hand respectfully, then gave her a hug and a kiss of friendship.
"It hasn't been long, dear," she replied gently while patting my shoulder.
To Mr. Paul, I pressed my palms together as a sign of respect. It turned out Marlowe was als
