Jonathan was pleasantly surprised to see the delicious-looking dish Isaiah had prepared. Just as Isaiah was about to ask Jonathan to teach him a couple more dishes, Riley showed up.She was dressed in a motorcycle suit, looking incredibly cool. As she entered, she called out, "Isaiah!""Auntie Riley?" Isaiah looked puzzled. It was clear he was curious about why she was here. Riley first greeted Jonathan and then explained to Isaiah, "Emergency! I need your help with a thing." "What is it?" Isaiah asked."Just go charm Uncle Travis a little. Let him know how adorable kids are," Riley said as she settled beside him.Ever since they got married, Travis made sure not to get Riley pregnant. His reasons were simple: he did not want her to suffer, and he did not want her to go through the pain of childbirth. Every time this topic came up, Riley would say that she loved babies, did not mind suffering, and was not afraid of pain. Even so, Travis remained unconvinced."You should ask
Since then, Cynthia had not ridden a motorcycle, and Isaiah had not seen it either. Sometimes, he did not understand why Cynthia listened to Matthew so much, even when Matthew bossed her around like he was disciplining a child.This question lingered in his mind until they arrived at the Lincolns, and Isaiah finally asked Riley about it."Why do you think that?" Riley asked as she helped him remove his helmet."I don't know." Isaiah thought for a long time but could not come up with an answer. He could only guess, "Could it be that Daddy has something about Mommy that he can use against her?""It's not that complicated," Riley said as she held his hand. When she smiled, she looked gorgeous. "You've heard the phrase 'all is fair in love,' right?"Isaiah thought for a moment and nodded. "I've heard it.""Your parents fall into that category. Your mom is willing to let your dad take charge, and she enjoys being under his care," Riley explained.Cynthia had always been an independen
Riley led Isaiah upstairs. Isaiah had no trouble adjusting to the new environment; his adaptability was remarkable.Travis, seeing Isaiah busy with his things inside, pulled Riley toward the door. His voice was husky as he whispered, "You rode the motorcycle again. Did you forget what we talked about last time?""How could I forget?" Riley poked him playfully in the chest with a smile. "I remember everything you say."Travis glanced outside with a look that seemed to say, 'Do you really remember?'"Isaiah hasn't experienced it before, so I rode it to pick him up. I didn't speed," Riley explained.Travis finally decided not to scold Riley. In the past, he had never interfered with her freedom, no matter what she wanted to do. However, since the incident on the mountain racetrack where she had a close call during a race, he considered these activities dangerous.Moreover, it was easy to get into trouble with such activities.Luckily, Riley's riding skills were good, and she had
"What are you doing right now?" As she noticed he was not indoors, Isabella asked, "Are you playing outside with Auntie Riley?"Isaiah glanced at Nick. Blond hair, blue eyes, quite handsome— exactly Isabella's type...Isabella waited for a long time, but Isaiah still did not answer her. She grew impatient and asked, "Isaiah, why aren't you talking?""Auntie Riley and Uncle Travis introduced me to their neighbor," Isaiah replied honestly."Who's this neighbor?" Isabella was incredibly outgoing, a typical social butterfly. "Can I say hello to her?"Isaiah and Riley hesitated.With a hint of a foreign accent, Nick leaned in and asked Isaiah, "Is she your sister?""Mm." Isaiah nodded.Nick walked over and stood next to Isaiah. The two kids were both cute but had different styles. The contrast was so striking that when Isabella saw it, her eyes lit up instantly, and she warmly greeted, "Hello! I'm Isabella Quier." "Hello," Nick introduced himself as well.And that was it. Isaia
Travis could not help but wonder how that was considered adorable. Travis saw through Riley's intentions and warned her, "Don't even think about having kids.""I have reason to suspect you're just making excuses for your impotence." Riley was always skilled at stirring things up.Travis glared at her."I don't mean in that department. I mean your fertility. While you've always claimed it's because you don't want me to suffer, what if those are just excuses to hide your own impotence?" Riley clarified."You'll find my medical reports in the second cabinet by the window in the bedroom." Travis chose to back up his argument with facts.Unimpressed, Riley shot him a look and then went off to play with Isabella.Travis did not intervene either. Seeing them happily playing, he retreated to his home.That was called adorable.Inside, Isaiah was engrossed in a book. Travis had initially intended to go upstairs but stopped, saying to Isaiah, "Isaiah, Isabella, and your Auntie Riley ar
"Mmhmm," Travis responded simply. Then, he informed Isaiah to call him if he needed anything and to make himself home before heading upstairs to attend to his company's affairs.Isaiah was now reassured after learning the real reason behind everything.Riley returned after a while of playing with the kids, realizing that the children's playtime was not something she could immerse herself in for an extended period.Upon her return, Isaiah immediately inquired about Isabella, "Where's Isabella?""She's playing hide and seek with Nick," Riley replied, handing a glass of water to Isaiah. She then asked, "Where's Uncle Travis?""He's upstairs," Isaiah answered promptly."Oh, okay." Riley put down her glass and casually picked up one of Isaiah's books. When she glanced at the content, her eyebrows raised slightly.This kid was amazingly advanced for his age!"Auntie Riley, when Uncle Travis was pursuing you, did you pretend to be weak in front of him?" Isaiah began, wanting to verify
Meanwhile, Riley had pinned Travis against the wall and was smiling, radiating charm. "I told you not to worry. Isaiah can handle himself.""It's daytime now," Travis replied with a deep, husky voice."Can't we do it during the daytime?"Travis then proved to Riley that he was more than capable of doing it during the daytime.Just as Riley had said, Isaiah was reading his book in the yard, and whenever someone came looking for them, he would use their busy schedule as an excuse to keep them downstairs.As evening approached, after a day of energetic play, Isabella savored her dinner. Halfway through his meal, Isaiah, being quite self-aware, spoke up, "Auntie Riley, Uncle Travis, Isabella and I will be heading home tomorrow."Having accomplished his mission, he saw no reason to stay here. After all, adult time was important."Why?" Isabella's eyes held a hint of confusion. "I've made plans with Nick to play together tomorrow, and he even mentioned inviting other kids over to play
In the past few days, Jojo had called Isabella the day after their disagreement, asking if she wanted to hang out with him. Isabella had declined, just as she had done before. After that, they did not contact each other for several days. On her side, Isabella had found several other playmates with Nick and had a great time with them. So much so that when it was time to leave, she felt a bit reluctant."Isaiah..." Isabella looked at her departing playmates, her round eyes filled with hope. "Can I stay with Auntie Riley for a few more days?"Isaiah did not try to persuade her and simply asked, "Don't you want to be with your friends at home?""I do!" Isabella answered without hesitation."Then let's go home," Isaiah said, holding her hand. He had already packed her stuff. With a reluctant farewell to her newfound friends, Isabella left. She fell asleep in the car, tired from an afternoon of play. Isaiah adjusted her child seat to make her more comfortable.When they arrived home