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Mr. President's Lost Wife 45. His Question
“No, Sky. You can." Edmund held the little shoulder. His eyes looked at her expectantly. “Every chance I get, I can take you and your mother on an adventure. It's just that the place is not in this forest, but in another forest." Biting her lip, Sky met Edmund's gaze from the corner of her eye. After one slow blink, she exhaled. “Please don't be disappointed, Uncle. I can't imagine what it would be like if I moved somewhere else. Every time I joined Papa to work in another country, I always missed this house and forest. I even dreamed about Canis, Felis, Gigi, and Gusi. I think I would be very sad if I left them. My home is here, with Mama and Papa.” Edmund's heart cracked a thousand hearing that answer. He pondered for a moment, looking at Sky with various feelings. "You really love Lucas and your house, hmm?" Sky nodded. “Yeah, he's my Papa all this time. If suddenly you became my Papa, it would be very confusing even though I like you." Edmund blinked wordlessly. His heartache
Mr. President's Lost Wife 46. Her Answer
After a deep consideration, Rachel shook her head. "Sorry, Mr. Hills.""You think she wouldn't?" Edmund concluded in a thin, hoarse voice. His shoulders began to rise and fall, matching the breathing that was too difficult to suppress. "You think my wife wouldn't come home with me? She'd rather stay with her new husband?" Rachel took a deep breath. She actually couldn't bear to see Edmund's face suddenly pale with bloodshot eyes. However, she also didn't dare to give hope that could threaten her family. "Sorry, Mr. Hills. If your wife is happy with her new life, why don't you just let her go? I think ...." Rachel swallowed hard. "It's what's best for you guys. It's what's fairest for everyone." The wound in Edmund's heart was like being splashed with vinegar. His face wrinkled, he was about to grimace but restrained by common sense. "Fairest? I have hoped to be reunited with her for years, then I had to let her go into the arms of another man? You call it fair?" he whispered softl
Mr. President's Lost Wife 47. The Reality
"Uncle Ed, the fruit salad is ready. Let's eat together," Sky shouted as she walked cheerfully towards Edmund's room. Rachel quietly trailed behind. She was worried that Edmund would take out his disappointment on Sky. "Uncle Ed, what are you doing inside? Are you hiding because you're embarrassed?" Sky asked when she arrived at the door. Not getting an answer, she continued, "You don't need to be embarrassed, Uncle. Your eyes were drooping earlier. It's normal for you to hit the door. Come on, come out and eat rujak with me. Uncle Ed?" Feeling that the atmosphere was too quiet, Sky finally opened the door. Finding an empty room, she widened her eyes. "Oh? Where did Uncle Ed go?" Seeing her little daughter looking around, Rachel came out of hiding. "What is it, Honey?" "Mama, have you seen Uncle Ed? He's gone." Rachel's eyebrows arched high. Various assumptions appeared in her head. ‘Was he heartbroken because he failed to get me and Sky so he went away?’Wondering, Rachel che
Mr. President's Lost Wife 48. The Time Left
"I think you're right, Mr. Green. Separating them from their families, and taking them somewhere else is selfish. We should let them be happy in their own homes." Hunter gasped at that statements. When he saw Edmund's red eyes, he finally realized that the man had just been crying. "You've changed your mind?" Hunter sighed, raising an eyebrow. Edmund shifted his gaze towards the gibbon. His eyes dimmed. "I don't want anyone to suffer the same fate as this poor animal. That's why," he handed Hunter a check with five million written on it. "There's nothing more I need to learn from this foundation. It's clear that you guys are doing the right thing. I want to support you all the way." Hunter stared at the numbers with round eyes. Just before he spoke, Edmund interrupted. "Can you prepare transportation for me to go home?" "When?" Hunter asked spontaneously. "Tomorrow morning." Hunter was getting more and more wide-eyed. "That fast?" With a sigh, Edmund stood up. He put the che
Mr. President's Lost Wife 49. Sky's Disappointment
Rachel swallowed hard. Her feet subconsciously shifted backwards. "Why would I think that? It's ridiculous." "Calm down. I won't take Sky away from you. Tomorrow morning, I will leave this place." Rachel suddenly froze. Her eyes glanced at Edmund doubtfully. "Y-you want to go already?" Her speech became quiet. The curve of Edmund's lips turned sad. Deep down, he hoped Rachel would stop his plans. However, he realized that the woman actually wanted the opposite. The relationship between the two of them had been different, and so were the circumstances. They were no longer two people who loved each other and were inseparable. "Because of that, please allow me to have fun with Sky. We only have a little time left. I want to fill it with as much laughter and happy memories as possible." Rachel's throat grew dry. Her breath hitched, her fists tightened. She didn't understand what feeling hit her heart. It was definitely not joy, nor sadness. Failing to find an answer, Rachel finally
Mr. President's Lost Wife 50. The Best Decision
Seeing Sky lethargic, Edmund's feelings were in turmoil. Rachel didn't have the heart either. "Honey, what else do you want to do with Uncle Ed?" "There are many, Mama. One of them is camping in the yard and studying directions through the stars." "We can do it tonight, Sky," Edmund interrupted, not wanting her sadness to drag on. "Yes, but what about the others? We haven't joined the forest patrol, nor have we joined Uncle Green in releasing animals. I can't even read yet." "Haven't you memorized the letters?" This time, it was Hunter who interrupted. Sky glanced at him with a sad look. "Not all, Uncle. I still haven't memorized those strange letters." "Hey," Edmund rubbed Sky's back so it wouldn't bend too much. "Didn't you already know that the letter P is for panda and papaya?" Sky frowned. "Yes, but I haven't found a similarity in shape yet. I might forget later. Besides, I can't string letters together yet. You still have to teach me, Uncle Ed." Hearing the request, Edm
Mr. President's Lost Wife 51. One Last Time
"Come on, Uncle Ed! Move faster! We have a lot on our agenda," Sky shouted as she stretched out the tent. "No need to rush, Sky. You'll end up not enjoying our time together." Edmund tried to relax even though in his heart, he felt sorry for the toddler. "We can only enjoy the moment when the tent is ready, Uncle. We can relax while studying the direction of the stars. Now, we have to hurry first!" Thinking that Sky's words made sense, Edmund let out a long sigh. "Okay." "Well then, I'm going to sing the ABC song. Once finished, our tent must be up. Otherwise, you will have to run around the house carrying me three laps." Edmund widened his eyes. "You think this is military training? That song is too short, Sky. Your rule isn't fair unless you repeat the song five times." Sky giggled happily. Without further ado, she started singing. Seeing Edmund increased his speed until he misplaced the frame of the tent, her laughter echoed. "Be careful, Uncle. The tent could tear." "This
Mr. President's Lost Wife 52. Togetherness
"Here are all the supplies for tonight's party. Blanket, pillows, books, emergency lamps, binocular, bread for hungry stomach ...." As Sky checked out her luggage, Edmund chuckled amusedly. "You're like you're gonna move, Sky." "I did my best to prepare, Uncle. Tonight has to be the best night ever!" Sky gave a small jump, expressing excitement. Her behavior succeeded in stirring feelings in Edmund's chest. "Uncle, why do you stay still? Come on, help me carry these things. They are heavy." Sky tugged at the edge of the blanket in her tiny grip. Instead of helping, Edmund smiled faintly. He turned around and bent his knees. "Then get on my back. I'll take you to the tent." He patted his shoulder. Sky gaped in disbelief. "You want to carry me around the house? What if you sweat? You'll catch a cold if you shower at night." Edmund frowned. "Not around the house, just towards the tent. Don't you want me to carry you?" "Actually, I was just joking, Uncle. But if you want to carry
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