Little Nina''s paintbrush slipped from her fingers and ttered to the floor. She crouched down to pick it up-
Suddenly, a pair of polished ck leather shoes appeared right in front of her.
She paused, curiosity flickering across her face as she tilted her head back to
look up.
Stewart knelt down, his intense gaze fixed on the little girl whose features so closely resembled Briony''s. Emotions churned in his dark eyes.
Little Nina''s big brown eyes grew even wider.
Wow, this uncle is really handsome!
And not at all in the same way as Uncle Ferdinand, either.
But... there was something a little strange about him.
Clutching her paintbrush, Little Nina edged away, eyeing Stewart with open suspicion.
Swallowing hard, Stewart parted his lips, struggling for a moment before finally speaking. "What''s your name?"
"My mom says I''m not supposed to talk to strangers!" she replied, her voice bright and clear—and deliberately loud. “Even if the stranger is really good-looking, it''s still not allowed!"
Her words immediately caught the teacher''s attention.
A young woman strolled over, pausing when she caught sight of Stewart. For a split second, surprise registered on her face.
He was handsome, with a quiet,manding presence that was hard to ignore.
But a flutter of attraction or not, she didn''t forget her responsibility.
"Sir, is there someone you''re looking for?" she asked politely.
Rising to his feet, Stewart gave her a curt nod. "Sorry-I didn''t mean to interrupt your ss."
"It''s alright. The kids are just about finished with their art anyway. Are you here for one of them?"
Stewart''s eyes darted to Little Nina.
She nted her hands on her hips and red at him, her entire posture radiating caution. For someone so young, she had a keen sense of self-protection.
He couldn''t help but smile faintly at her precocious disy.
Turning back to the teacher, his expression cooled. "She''s just adorable, that''s all.
I was curious. Sorry for disturbing you."
With that, he turned and walked away.
The teacher watched him go, just in case he turned out to be a wolf in sheep''s clothing. She didn''t let her guard down until she saw him climb into a sleek ck Mercedes parked by the curb.
She caught a glimpse of the license te-custom, consecutive numbers.
Well, she thought, someone driving a car like that probably isn''t a kidnapper.
"Little Nina," she called, beckoning her over.
The girl came running. "Yes, teacher?"
The teacher ruffled her hair gently. "Do you know that man?"
"Nope," Little Nina said, shaking her head. "But he kept staring at me with a weird expression. Even though he''s really handsome, my mom says you can''t talk to strangers. I always remember that!"
"You''re a smart girl, Little Nina!"
Back in his car, Stewart watched Little Nina and her teacher through the window.
She was adorable, with rosy cheeks and the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her was doing a fine job-she was well cared for, and even better taught.
The teachers gathered up the children and started leading them back toward the preschool.
"Keep an eye on them," Stewart ordered.
Carl started the car and followed the group at a crawl, careful not to draw attention.
The park was only a block from the preschool, less than two hundred meters away.
It was just about pickup time.
Parents waited in clusters at the school gates.
Carl parked a little ways down the street, out of sight from the main entrance.
Stewart spotted James almost immediately. Among all the parents, James''s towering frame-nearly six foot three-was impossible to miss.
In no time, Little Nina came bounding over, her backpack bouncing behind her.
"Godfather!" she called.
James bent down and scooped her up, brushing sweat from her forehead with a gentle hand. "What''s my little princess been up to? You''re all sweaty!"
"We went to the park to draw!" She could barely contain her excitement. "I made a picture. Mommy sells her paintings, and since I''m her daughter, mine must be good too! Godfather, do you want to buy my painting?"
"Of course!" James grinned. "I''ll buy every one you ever make!"
"Wow, I''m so touched! But you''ll have to wait your turn."
James raised an eyebrow. "Why''s that?"
"Grandpa and Grandma will want to buy them too," Little Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever pays the most gets the painting!"
James: ...
Well, well-she''s gotten even craftier since Ist saw her!
He studied her clever little face, feeling a bittersweet ache in his chest.
She definitely takes after her real father in that department.
The more he thought about it, the more it stung. How could Stewart be the one with such an adorable daughter?
Then again, maybe it was better for her to be sharp and savvy. The world was full of smooth talkers-no need for her to be as naive as her mother once was.
Carrying Little Nina, James made his way toward his carpletely unaware of the ck Mercedes parked discreetly down the street.
As James''s car pulled away, Carl nced over at Stewart. "Mr. Wentworth, should we keep following them?"
"No need." Stewart closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let''s focus on what we came here for."
"Yes, sir."
Briony wrapped up her business in Cloudcrest City after just a day.
She and the founder of DreamFrame Animation saw eye to eye on nearly everything. The project''s direction was set; the rest-the nitty-gritty of production
and nning—could be hammered outter.
At the airport, she checked the departures board. Tomorrow was Little Nina''s birthday, and her heart grew heavy.
Four years.
She hadn''t set foot in Northborough since her son''s funeral.
He''d been so small, all alone in the Wentworth family cemetery. Was he ever scared?
She''d been running for four years. That was enough.
Briony booked the earliest flight back to Northborough.
Four hourster, her ne touched down at Northborough International Airport.
She took a taxi straight from the terminal to the Wentworth family cemetery.
On the way, she dialed Cedric rke.
He picked up almost immediately. "What''s the asion? I wasn''t expecting your
call."