I took Jasmine to the amusement park.
At just over two years old, she was already spirited.
She started walking and talking earlier than most children her age.
Now, Jasmine could speak in sentences in clear way.
While she played in the ball pit, I sat outside waiting for her.
Suddenly, the mall's TV started broadcasting the news.
Xander, dressed in a tailored black business suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked stunningly handsome but as cold as ice.
"No girlfriend, I want to keep myself single and unmarried," he declared, glancing coldly at the reporter, "and there will be no fiancée and engagement for me."
"What about Miss Nash...?"
"Just a childhood friend."
The reporters looked at each other in confusion.
This was a clear demarcation. What does 'childhood friend' mean?
Not even friends now?
My heart felt like it was being squeezed. I struggled to stay calm and tried to distract myself.
But I couldn't help but keep my eyes glued to Xander on the screen.
At that moment, it seemed as if his gaze pierced through the screen and landed on my face.
I didn't catch the next question from the reporter. Xander slightly curled his lips, a faint smile playing in his eyes.
"I had an ex-girlfriend, but she dumped me."
My bag nearly fell to the ground.
"May I ask, Mr. Northbrook, why did that lady break up with you?"
Xander adjusted his glasses, his voice indifferent, "There's no particular reason. Perhaps due to my poor skill. I suppose I am an ordinary man."
The reporter was puzzled. But my face flushed red.
Nobody around knew me, nor did they pay attention to me.
But I felt like a thief, hiding my face with my bag as I went to fetch Jasmine from the ball pit.
She hadn't had enough fun yet and was frowning, as if she were about to cry.
"I'll buy you an ice cream," I offered to console her.
That immediately cheered her up. After buying the ice cream, I tried my best to ignore the overwhelming shock the news had given me, playing with Jasmine to distract myself.
I must have been hallucinating, or perhaps I was just too tired from taking care of her these days.
But when a luxury car suddenly stopped at the curb, almost everyone's gaze turned towards it.
A sudden alarm went off in my heart, yet I stiffly turned around uncontrollably. Jasmine, licking her ice cream, also curiously looked over.
When Xander stepped out of the car, I heard gasps around me, and spots of light danced before my eyes, nearly making me dizzy.
It felt like the moment I first met Xander. He walked straight up to Jasmine and me.
"Jenna, who is she?" he asked, pointing at Jasmine but his gaze fixed on me.
My hands trembled as I stammered, "She is my sister, isn't she cute?"
Jasmine, understanding the cue, immediately ran up and hugged Xander's leg.
Her ice cream smeared all over his trousers.
Despair washed over me as I closed my eyes.
"Sir, isn't my sister pretty?She is single and available." Jasmine said with her soft, cute, and adorable voice that could melt the hardest of hearts.
But I wasn't sure if Xander would be moved.
"Your sister?"
"Yes, she's my sister," Jasmine confirmed.
Xander seemed to chuckle softly, bent down, and picked up Jasmine.
I nervously fidgeted, "Mr. Northbrook, Mr. Northbrook..."
Xander didn't look at me, focusing instead on entertaining Jasmine.
"What's your name?"
"Jasmine Chandler."
Xander frowned, finally giving me a look that seemed to say, "What kind of name did you give our daughter?"
"How old are you?"
"Just over two."
"how much over two?"
Confused, Jasmine immediately looked at me for help: "Mommy, how much over two am I?" I lifted my bag and covered my face.
