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She could feel that she was blushing profusely. There was something about the way Aiden said it like he was demanding something that was too intimate.

She didn't say anything, as she only let it slide while the horses were now calmly galloping into the series of trees as the sunlight was peeking through the thick leaves.

"There's already some ripe mangoes!" Draven pointed at the mangoes.

They are both looking at the ripe mangoes, while Erina couldn't help but notice the uncanny similarities between the two, even their side profiles. She looked like she was watching the older version of Draven, and it really gave her a different feeling.

Thick brows that they would both furrow when they're confused. Those colors of the eyes, and nose that looked so pointed, thin red lips, chin, the angular jaw... Oh, my son would be so handsome once he grows up—like his father.

I really can imagine the adult version of Draven—like Arden. Aiden might not be Arden, but it showed how Draven would grow up