FELL IN LOVE AGAIN.

Chapter 5

Garrett was still lost by what happened earlier when he met Sherlock accidentally. Her beauty can get out of his eyes. He admitted to being blinded by her beauty because, in a very long time, he had not seen a woman as stunning as his wife.

"She is gorgeous,” Garrett said in a very soft voice, making sure his employees didn't hear him.

But unfortunately, he was regrettably heard.

“She is gorgeous?” Mr. Richmond questioned, waiting for Gerett to affirm whether it was indeed what he said while casting a shocked glance at him.

“No! What I meant to say is, while I think the design you are attempting to create for this toy is lovely, I wouldn't want it to be anything other than its standard.” With a sudden clearing of his throat, he said, clumsily changing the topic.

“Okay, sir. Would you be presenting a new development to the team?” Mr, Richmond asked in curiosity.

“Of course, report back to them that there will be a meeting tomorrow by 8 am to talk about it but this afternoon we will be going to 5 kindergartens to donate some of our toys to their kids.”

As Garrett showed Mr. Richmond, the lists next to him announced in a very soft voice the Kindergarten he would be visiting; Mothercare Kindergarten, Caring Mother Kindergarten, Kids Play Kindergarten, Mother Days Out Kindergarten, and Queen Frans’s Kindergarten.

“Oh, that is great, sir. But how many toys would be denoted for every kindergarten?”

“Fifty pieces each,” Garrett replied, instantly rearranging his list and taking a seat in front of him, on his office chair.

“Ohh, that is quite wide—500 toys overall!”

Mr. Richmond remarked, opening his eyes in shock.

“What is wide?” Garrett knew he was correct but he pretended as if it was just nothing to him.

“For donation sir. Will we be mixing them?”

“Mr Richmond, there are some questions that are not meant to be asked.” You should give yourself some respect.

“Yes, sir, I apologize.” He answered with a thin veneer of trepidation.

Garrett stared at him, wondering if he was okay.

“It is alright. So, go and communicate with the workers to start transporting the toys to the bus. We will be going for movements in the next hour and I will be going with you all to dispatch my signature to every kindergarten.”

“Gotten sir.” Mr Richmond firmly concurred.

Garrett loves charity as he is always happy to give. He thought that giving to others was one of the secrets to his wealth. He loves this mantra, “The more you give, the more you have.” That is why he is a generous fellow and loves giving people what he is capable of.

He wasn't surprised by Mr. Richmond's attitude earlier because it sounds so absurd to donate toys to kindergartens when he knows they aren't charity centers. But still, he loved the idea of letting young children play and explore with a variety of toys while receiving affection from their caregivers.

He loves children so much and enjoys his twins when they are still growing up. He knows they can't continue to be the little children he wants them to be but have to grow.

He was astounded by how quickly they grew up on time, now his twins are almost in their mid-20s as they are planning to sign out from their higher institutions. Although they didn't give him the fatherly love he desired.

He is a proud father but never agrees that he was indeed proud to be their father because they didn't show him. They converse with him, but they don't play with him.

The heat of disagreement reduced after his mom, Ma’am, and Beatrice came to diffuse their disagreements for a bit. But that doesn't change everything. In the life he was born into, he may be a father, but he doesn't feel like one, and that makes him occasionally lose his state of mind.

"My children are my true love." He spoke as he swung left to catch a glance at their photo from his phone gallery. His gaze fixed on their faces.

They are too lovely to be adored. He wishes they could truly love him and show him the kind of love he deserves. Grasping his phone, he pinched his face and noticed that his palm was damp. He knew he was hurting, even if he wasn't sure how the tears were coming out of his eyes.

“Who can change the narrative? Can a miracle happen to his family again?”