?Chapter 872:


    Nodding, Marissa couldn’t help butugh and reply firmly, “Yes, absolutely! This incredibly handsome man is your husband, my father.”


    Caylee’s cheeks immediately flushed pink. She stared at the photograph for a few moments, then looked away shyly, only to sneak a few more nces at him like a young woman in love for the first time.


    Caylee gestured to Marissa again. “Where is my husband, your father, now?”


    After grasping what Caylee hadmunicated through signnguage, Marissa paused to consider her response, then said gently, “Dad’s out of the country right now. He’s got some critical workmitments, but he’s nning toe see you soon.”


    “Really?” Caylee signed, her face a mix of hope and skepticism.


    “Yes, really,” Marissa affirmed with a nod.


    More chapters avable at gα?ησν??s


    “Why wasn’t he here when I was sick and had surgery?” Caylee signed again, her gestures tinged with confusion and hurt.


    Marissa knew she couldn’t disclose the real reasons to Caylee, so she crafted aforting exnation. “Dad’s job is quite demanding, and he just couldn’t make it back then. But he thinks of you all the time. He even asked me to send him pictures of you.”


    As she spoke, Marissa pulled out her phone, switched on the camera, and shed a warm smile at Caylee. “How about we take some pictures to send to him now? What do you say?”


    Caylee, suddenly self-conscious, brushed her hair back and touched her cheeks, her actions mirroring the shy reluctance of a young girl anxious about her appearance in front of her sweetheart.


    Marissa’s heart warmed at the sight, and she couldn’t resist smiling. She plucked tworge lotus flowers from theke nearby and handed them to Caylee. “Mom, you look gorgeous today—your outfit, your hair, and you. Holding these lotus flowers, you look absolutely stunning.”


    Blushing, Caylee leaned her cheek against the soft lotus petals and offered a sweet smile, ready for her picture.


    Marissa positioned her camera, poised to capture the shot, when suddenly Caylee shifted, her movements tinged with unease. She signed with nervous hands, “Will your dad like how I look?”


    “He absolutely will,” Marissa responded with aforting smile. “Dad always tells me you are the love of his life, and he loves you no matter how you look.”


    With her anxieties calmed, Caylee rxed, her hands gently cradling the two blooming lotus flowers, her smile radiant. With a soft click, Marissa took the photo.


    She wasted no time sending all the photos to Paul, attaching a heartfelt note: “Dad, behold the queen of your heart, your eternal love, my mother.”


    The message showed as read shortly after, yet Paul’s reply was dyed. Marissa sensed Paul was overwhelmed, likely enveloped in the nostalgia the pictures evoked, his heart swelling with both joy and a touch of sorrow.


    Back when Paul and Caylee were separated, they were breathtaking—a vision of youth, beauty, and love, their lives ahead filled with boundless dreams and expectations.


    Now, two decades had slipped by since theystid eyes on each other. Caylee had grown older, and Paul’s features had transformed sopletely that nothing of his younger self remained


    .


    .


    .


    .