My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 577

After dinner, Norman washed the dishes with Bennett while I went to the yard with Anne to pick some fruits.

In the midsummer, I had planted a lot of watermelon seeds at the start of spring. I also bought a few peach trees and planted them next to the fence the year I came to Hovell. They bored fruits almost every year.

Anne held a basket while picking up peaches that could still be eaten even after dropping on the ground. She asked, "Mom, do you like Mr. Zelson?"

I chuckled and put the picked fruits into the basket. Then, I touched her nose and said, "What are you trying to say, honey?"

She pinched her chin and thought for a moment. Then, she said, "I was just thinking...if you could let Mr. Zelson be my father?"

I was stunned for a moment. I looked at her and asked, "Anne, do you really want a father?"

She tilted her head and thought about it. After a short pause, she said seriously, "Not really, but I like Bennett. If you marry Mr. Zelson, then I can marry Bennett in the future." "Even if your mum doesn't marry Mr. Zelson, you can also still marry Bennett when you grow up!" A magnetic and melodious voice sounded from behind them.

Upon hearing that voice, we turned around and Anne was instantly overjoyed. She ran over, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Uncle lan!"

Holding Anne in his arms, lan said with a laugh, "Anne, since you want a father so much, why don't you call me Dad?"

Anne pondered for a moment and said, "My classmate said that a Dad is someone who will lie in the same bed with Mom."

I...

lan curled his lips, looked over at me and said, "Your daughter is marvelous."

I gave him a small smile. Carrying the basket and the freshly picked watermelon in my arms, I walked over to him."Why are you here? Didn't you say that you'd be busy recently?"

He put Anne down, and took the basket from me. "I know that the fruits here are turning ripe, so I made plans to come over and eat for a few days. Can't I?"

"Of course you can!"

lan had set up a psychological counseling center in Ucrebury and it had been doing well these couple of years.

During the first few years when I just came to Hovell, he would visit Anne very often. However, in the past few years, he had been busy with work and would only come by once or twice a year. After dinner, we devoured the fruits. The skies got dark much slower in the summer. Anne pestered me to take her out for a stroll.

Since everyone did not have much to do, we decided to stroll down the alley together.

There were plenty of roses planted on both sides of the alley. In the summer, they bloomed beautifully, making their surroundings look lush. Anne liked to play along this alley; she especially loved dragging Norman and Bennett here.

It was because every time she came, Norman would buy her ice cream anytime she wanted it.

Norman walked out from the dessert shop with ice cream in hand. He gave one to Anne and Bennett, before handing me one as well.

I involuntarily smiled. I guess he saw me as a child after all.

Anne carefully licked the ice cream. She looked up at Norman and said, "Mr. Zelson, why do you always get ice cream for mum? She said that only children eat ice cream. Adults don't like it at all." Norman grinned at her. "Your mother is also a child, just like you."

Puzzled, Anne looked at lan and said to Norman, "lan and mom are the same age. So, that means he's also a child. Why don't you buy one for him?"

lan spat out the water he had been drinking upon hearing that. Looking at Anne, he said, "My young lady, I'm a man, not a child. I don't eat these kinds of things. Your mom and I are different. She would always be a child regardless of how old she is."

Anne nodded her head but did not really understand what he meant.

As night slowly approached, the lights on both sides of the road lit up. I could not help but make a sound in awe as I took in the scenery. I remembered how Sawyer and I had also walked through such a long alley a few years back.

The alley had been filled with blooming roses of various colors. The only difference was there was no night market or hotpot at the end of the alley.

"What are you thinking about?" lan asked when he saw that I was lost in thoughts.