h1 ss="dib mb0 fw700 fs24 lh1.5"Chapter 19: Five Years Later/h1

February 2023.

Inside a small but modern cabin, Be Donovan stood by arge window overlooking the frozenke outside, d in a light brown sweater and stirrup leggings.

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Even though she wore casual house clothes, Be still looked stunning; her skin was pale but radiant, contrasting with her ck hair cascading down her back. She no longer looks overweight but has returned to her ideal weight. Her sexy body curves are now more visible.

Her light-gray eyes were fixed on the frozenke while her hand held a cup of coffee — she was lost in her own thoughts, thinking about her return n to her country, Astington.

She still wanted to enjoy this winter in North Sweden before returning; however, she couldn’t dy any longer, as thepany needed her. Jack called her almost daily to remind her about their branch in Astington.

And,

The biggest reason for her to return as quickly as possible was her grandfather. Thest news she heard was that her grandfather was seriously ill.

…

“Mommy—” a boy’s voice sounded in the room, snapping Be from her thoughts.

Her smile grew wider when she saw a chubby, fair-skinned little boy walking toward her — he looked so cute in his ck pajamas.

“Good morning, my little prince Dax…” Be greeted him with a big smile while cing her coffee cup on the table.

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Half kneeling before him, Be looked into Dax’s brilliant blue eyes. She became increasingly worried as her son started to resemble Tristan more and more each day, with simr eye and hair colors.

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The thought of Tristan or his family seeing her son made her nervous. One of the biggest worries she returns to Astington is how to hide Dax from Sinir.

“Why did my little Prince not greet his mommy? And why do you look angry this morning?” Be yfully asked him while rubbing his warm cheeks.

“Mom, good morning,” the cute little Dax finally said with a deadpan expression.

Seeing Dax’s expression, Be thought again of the man she wanted to forget. ‘Gosh… how can they have simr expressions like this?’ Be could only sigh in her heart.

“My prince, how’s your sleep?”

“Stop calling me prince, mommy…” Dax protest.

Be chuckled, “Oh baby, you have to ept that. You will be my Prince until you grow older…”

Dax shook his head but didn’t utter anything. He just helped Be to stand on her feet.

“Let’s sit and talk, Mom.” He held her hand and led her to sit in the seating area near the firece.

“Why didn’t you like me to call you like that? That sounds cute,” Be asked after they settled on the couch.

“I’m not a prince,” Dax answered her while crossing his hand over his chest. “I prefer you call my name Dax or Daxton. That the reason you gave me a name, to be called, right?”

Be, “…”

She tried hard not tough, hearing how mature this little man spoke to her.

“All right… I will stop calling you like that, but promise not to be angry anymore, huh!?” She said while ruffling his soft hair.

Dax smiled at his beautiful mother with his blue eyes fixed on her. Hearing someone call him Prince and talk to him in such a cute way made him feel like he was still a baby. He can’t stand it!

“My Daxton looks so handsome when he smiles like this…” Be smiled back at her son, leaned closer, and kissed his chubby cheek.

Be always prays that this little man will not grow so fast. But it seems God didn’t hear her prayer. Sincest year, when Dax started speaking fluently, he began to look different from other kids his age—speaking with correct artiction and behaving like an adult.

He wasn’t interested in toys like other children but liked reading books, using aputer, and ying music.

By day, Be saw how fast Dax progressed in learning everything. It worried her. However, Noora said Dax was a genius and didn’t need to worry; instead, she had to be proud of him.

“Mom, when are we going to meet great-grandpa!?” Dax suddenly asked, surprising Be.

She silently sighed deeply, remembering her promise to Dax that she would bring him to meet his great-grandpa once they arrived at Astington.

“I told you already, right? We will visit him once we arrive,” Be answered. “Have you packed? Don’t bring too much. We will buy anything you need there…”

They would leave this house tomorrow and stop in Stockholm overnight before returning to Astington.

“Hmm, Grandma Noora already helped me pack. Don’t worry, mom… I only brought a few of my clothes and my book.”

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Today, Be will fly back to her country.

When Be arrived at Anda Airport, she was surprised to see Jack Foster near the check-in counter. And as usual, he appeared in his formal attire, a perfectly fitted suit specially made for him. His hair was neatly styled, making him look incredibly handsome.

He just stood there, doing nothing but could attract the attention of people around him. They saw him as if he were a wealthy nobleman.

Be couldn’t help but smile widely; looking at him, she held Dax’s hand and walked toward him.

“Jack, so happy to see you here,” Be smiled widely and turned her gaze at her son, “Dax greeted Uncle Jack.”

“Hello, Uncle Jack,” Dax said while offering a handshake to Jack.

“Little man, it’s nice to meet you again. You look taller than before…” Jack said while epting his tiny hand gently.

“Jack, thank you so much,” Be took the luggage trolley from Noora and pushed it to Jack. “You are truly my best friend; I didn’t expect someone as busy as you toe here to help us…” She gave him their ne ticket and passport.

Jack, “…”

He almost choked hearing her words.

‘Whoes here to help you take care of your luggage?’ He came here today to ensure she returned to Astington. Theirpany is waiting for her return to take over.

Jack wanted to answer her but was speechless when he saw Be walk away toward the seating area.

He chuckled while gesturing to his bodyguard.

“You take care of this…” Jack ordered, then followed Be.