In I’s eyes, Bowen was the most perfect looking man she’d ever seen, to naturally, she believed they belonged togethe
Now that Alvin hade along, someone who not only matched her aesthetic standards but could also game with the <b>back </b>of her mind.
she’d naturally tossed flown to
So this is what being ce con feels the? Aubree’s mind drifted for a moment, and when she snapped back to reality, she realized just how she
Sepping back to <b>reality</b>, Aubree hastily snatched her hand back. “You don’t have to exin,” she blurted out. Tm not even anyone to you, so you don’t. need to exin this to me.” With that, Aubene hastily <b>stood </b>up. She had a sinking feeling that if this confined, things might go out of control.
“Twe got to go now,” Aubree said, then hastily made her escape.
Bowen watched her retreating figure, his eyes <b>dark </b>and brooding, yet beneath that somber gave burned an unshaka determination
Is she running away? Or just not ready to face her feelings? he wondered. “Well, I guess that’s a good sign. At lestre is starting to care. Otherwise, wouldn’t have gotten so flustered?
The following <b>day</b>, Aubree cleared her schedule for the day. After picking up some gifts, she went to the orphanage with Bowen
During the holidays, Ethel was ying with the children in the yard. When she saw Aubree arrive, her face lit up as she happily hurried over to greet her.
“Aubree, what brings you here today?” Ethel asked.
“I just wanted toe <b>see </b><b>you</b>,” Aubree replied. “And there’s something I’d like to ask you.”
Ethel had someone put away the gifts <b>Aubree </b>brought, then took her hand and led her to sit in a quieter,
Bowen gated at the orphanage, whose appearance had barely changed over the <b>years</b><b>, </b>and a faint smile touched his lips. Looking back now, he still couldn’t exin why he’d taken that particr path, the one that led him past this orphanage, where he first saw Aubree, her face it up with a radiant
Ethel was up <b>there </b>in age. After sitting down with <b>Aubree</b>, her gaze lingered on Bowen, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, in a warm, gentle tone, she <b>asked</b>, “Aubree<b>, </b>who is this young man<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“You could say he’s a friend of mine. His name’s Bowen Turner, Aubree replied,
Ethel let out a thoughtful “Oh,” as if a realization had just dawned on her. “A Turner, huh?”
Of course, Bowen knew exactly what Ethel was getting at, but <b>his </b><b>face </b>betrayed nothing. He remained as calm andposed as ever.
Aubree took out the two photos and handed them to Ethel “Grandma Ethel,” she asked carefully, “do you still remember when I was ten <b>and </b>you invited <b>a </b><b>photographer </b>to take <b>pictures </b>of <b>us</b>? There was a <b>strange </b>woman who came that day. Do you remember anything about her?”
Ethel replied, “Oh yes, I remember that well. At that time, it wasn’t me but the woman you mentioned who arranged for the photographer. She said it <b>was </b><b>a </b>charity project and wanted to take your photos for media coverage to help you find your biological parents. Sh ‘t give her name. Everyone just called her Ms. Diamonde.”
Diamonde… Then there’s no mistake, Aubree Wought bitterly.
Aubree produced another photo, <b>a </b>recent media shot of Alice, and handed it to Ethil. “is this her?” she <b>asked</b>.
Ethel eximed, “Oh, yest That’s her!”
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Aubree sneered inwardly. ‘Helping them find their biological parents? How could Alice have the gall to say something like that?
She clenched her fists tightly as she recounted the whole story to Ethel Ethel’s eyes widened in shock. “What? How could thin be
Ms. Diamonde is Aubree’s birtil mother? Ethel couldn’t believe it.
Mice never once showed her face. Since Ethel never kept up with social media, she neem Ronald had always been the one visiting the orphanage. realized that Ms. Diamonde from those years ago was <b>Alice</b>.
Ethel’s heart ached as she listened to Aubree. She pulled Aubree into aforting embrace and murmured, “My dear, you’ve been through so much if you ever need anything, just let me know anytime.”
Aubree felt a lump in her throat. Even the staff at the orphanage cared more about me than my so–called family ever did, she thought bitterly.
“Okay,” Aubree whispered. “I’ll probably need your help to confirm itter.”
They were deep in conversation when suddenly a voice called out from the doorway. “Bowen, what are you doing here?”
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