Chapter <b>82 </b>
Beck looked at Trevor, paused briefly, and then <b>epted </b>the offered ss. “Thanks.”
The two clinked their sses and started chatting while sipping their drinks.
T
After a while, Trevor gave Beck a second nce.
Beck raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”
Miles interjected<b>, </b>“You’re acting a little off today.”
Trevor chuckled softly, silently agreeing with Miles‘ observation.
Beck remained calm, and his tone sounded t as he retorted, “Am I?”
Miles raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”
Beck took a small sip of his drink without responding.
Just then, someone approached to greet them, cutting the conversation short.
After the person left, Beck checked the time. Worried that Shanice might be hungry, he was about to head over to her when she and Jordyn returned on their own.
“Uncle Beck, can I have one of those little cakes over there? Shanice asked, pointing at the dessert table.
Shanice tended to develop allergies, so there were <b>many </b>foods she couldn’t <b>eat</b>. Beck said, “Sit here, and I’ll get it for you.
“Okay,” Shanice replied obediently.
Jordyn, on the other hand<b>, </b>was used to being more independent. With her robust <b>health</b>, she could eat whatever she wanted. She grabbed a te of food for herself and even asked Trevor, “Dad, do you want some?”
Trevor patted her head affectionately. “No, thanks,”
The two kids sat nearby, eating, Wynn, who had found something she liked, shared it with Jordyn.
Jordyn took it happily. “Thank you, Wynn.”
Shanice looked up at Wynn with curiosity and then turned to Jordyn, asking, “Jo, isn’t thisdy your mother?”
The question brought an abrupt silence to the room.
Jordyn froze for a moment before shaking her head. “No.”
Shanice asked cautiously, “So, you don’t have <b>a </b>mother either?”
Jordyn shook her head again. “No, I do have a mother.”
Later, the yacht staff handed out souvenirs, and Shanice was immediately drawn to <b>a </b>crystal keychain. There were only two avable, so she picked out both.
Jordyn also liked the keychains. Sering, that Shanice had taken both, she couldn’t help but ask, “Shanice, could you give me one? I want to give it to Wynu.”
Shanice hesitated, clearly reluctant. “I want to <b>give </b>one to my friend <b>too</b>.<b>” </b>
Thinking of Celeste, Shanice couldn’t help but <b>share</b>, “Today, Uncle Beck and my friend went kite flying with me. We also fished, rode bikes, and chased butterflies. She’s so beautiful–I know she’ll love this crystal keychain.”
At first, the adults hadn’t paid much attention to the children’s conversation, but when they heard this, Wynn, Miles, and Trevor all turned to look at Beck.
Miles was the first to speak, his tone teasing, “Beck, what’s going on? Or should I say, is something already going on?” Not waiting for an <b>answer</b>, he pressed on, “When did this start? Howe you didn’t tell <b>us </b>anything? Right, Trevor?”
Trevor smiled but remained silent, clearly waiting to hear Beck’s exnation.
Beck’s expression remained neutral. “It was just a chance meeting.”
“Really?” Miles didn’t believe him. He suddenly remembered something and added, “So you had lunch together, too? That exins why you seemed so rxed handling a kid on your <b>own</b>. Turns out you had help!”
Beck didn’t say anything, staying silent.
Trevor looked at him, then made a decisive remark. “You’re interested in her.”
Beck froze, his lips parting as if to speak, but he didn’t deny it in the end.
Wynn blinked, her smile <b>fading </b>slightly.
<b>“</b>No way, it’s true?” <b>Miles </b>eximed, shocked. He had only been teasing, never expecting it to be real. He quickly asked, “Who is she? Do we know her? Why haven’t you brought her to meet us yet?”