Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 27

Arthur was strolling when his cold eyes suddenly locked onto a charming little boy striding directly toward him. The resemblance was striking, sparking a hint of doubt in his gaze, and he was about to scrutinize further.

"Daddy." Just then, a delightful five-year-old girl adorned in a pink princess dress called out in a melodic voice and dashed toward him, her tiny feet carrying her into his open arms.

"Elaine." His eyes were instantly drawn to Elaine, and a rare tenderness graced his stern countenance. He hastened toward her, arms outstretched.

"Daddy, I've missed you so much. Did you miss me?" Elaine nestled into Arthur's embrace, encircling his neck, and planting a kiss on his cheek.

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Sylvia's heart sank.

It was such a risk!

Swiftly, she extended her hand and guided Little Christopher to the side, gently ruffling his hair with her fingers and adjusting his sun hat to shield half his face.

They were safe.

Yet, at this moment, her heart churned like a tempest within her, tumultuous and unrelenting.

Arthur embraced the little girl with tender affection, his face adorned with a radiant smile that felt almost blinding, causing her eyes to sting.

Her mother's face before her passing, swollen and pallid, filled her thoughts, a scene of helplessness and grief etched into her memory, a deep-seated pain. Hatred surged within her, and she unconsciously clenched her fists.

"Arthur." At that precise moment, a soft, feminine voice emanated from behind.

Sylvia turned her head slightly to witness Sheryl, who was dressed in a sultry sleeveless blouse and a dark green skirt. She approached Arthur with a fragrance trailing behind her, her demeanor affectionate.

"Mommy." The little girl chimed sweetly.

"Mmm." Sheryl beamed and affectionately tousled her daughter's hair.

It dawned on Sylvia that Arthur had come to pick up his wife and daughter!

A seemingly loving family of three!

She would let bygones be bygones, focus on earning a living, and give her all to raising her children – that was what truly mattered.

She swiftly pivoted, clutching one child in each hand, and hastened ahead.

"Elaine, it's time to head home." With that, Arthur embraced Elaine and strode toward Gare de Lyon's exit.

As he turned around, a graceful silhouette darted through his field of vision.

Arthur's body quivered.

The woman's figure was hauntingly familiar, strikingly reminiscent of her!

"Arthur, what's going on?" Sheryl inquired, linking her arm through his in puzzlement.

He hesitated for a moment, and when he glanced forward once more, the woman had vanished without a trace.

"It's nothing." he replied apathetically, withdrawing his arm from hers, gathering Elaine into his embrace, and heading for his luxurious Rolls-Royce.