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Sienna’s POV
The car slowed down and finally stopped in front of a restaurant with an elegant signboard, large windows, and
warm lights glittering from inside. I looked around in confusion, even glancing at Liam with my brows raised.
“Why are we stopping here?” I asked.
Liam glanced at me briefly, a small curve on his lips. “Because we’re going to eat here. We’ve been walking around the mall all day. I’m sure you two are tired. So why not sit down and enjoy a nice meal?”
I stayed silent. This restaurant clearly wasn’t an ordinary place you’d just walk into. From the outside alone, the atmosphere felt luxurious. I wanted to protest, to say we should just head home and I could cook there instead.
I tightened my grip on my hands resting on my lap, searching for a reason to refuse without making things
awkward. It all felt too much. I lowered my gaze for a moment, sighed, then glanced at Noah in the back seat.
The boy still had his face pressed against the car window, his eyes sparkling at the warm lights inside the
restaurant. He even pressed the little teddy bear he’d just bought against the glass, as if letting it “take a look”
too. His laugh was soft but clear, full of curiosity I couldn’t bear to crush.
I rubbed my temple, already feeling defeated before even trying. “Noah, do you like it?” I asked gently.
“Yes, Mommy! Look, it’s so pretty. There are candles on the tables like in the movies!” he said excitedly.
I went silent. His innocent face was too hard to refuse.
Liam turned off the engine, leaning back in his seat with ease. His voice was low but steady. “Sienna, I know
you’re worried. But this is just dinner, it’s not something you need to overthink. I promise it won’t be a hassle for you.”
I glanced at him briefly, meeting his steady eyes. There was no arrogance, no trace of showing off, just a simple
sincerity that, for some reason, made my chest tighten.
“Noah’s already excited,” he added with a small glance at the back seat, his lips curving again.
I followed his gaze. God, the boy had already unbuckled his seatbelt, waiting for the signal to get out.
“If you feel this is too much, we can find another place. But honestly, I just want to see you two sit down, relax, and enjoy a meal without thinking about anything else. There’s nothing wrong with that once in a while, is
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His words struck gently. I swallowed, still hesitant, but inside me there was a voice whispering: could I allow myself, just for a moment, to enjoy something without guilt?
I gripped my bag tighter on my lap. “I’m just not used to it,” I whispered, barely audible.
Liam didn’t answer right away. He only gave a small nod, then looked straight ahead as if giving me time to weigh it. “That’s okay. You don’t have to be used to it. Tonight just has to be a pleasant evening. That’s all.”
A short silence filled the car. Only Noah’s little cough broke it, followed by his eager voice, “Come on, Mommy.
I’m hungry. Please?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When I opened them again, Noah was already gazing at me
with pleading eyes, his smile so pure and innocent. I couldn’t bring myself to disappoint such a little boy.
Slowly, I nodded. “Alright. But just dinner, then we go home.”
Noah immediately cheered softly, making me smile faintly despite the heaviness still sitting inside me.
I glanced at Liam. He didn’t say anything, only gave me a subtle nod that felt more meaningful than a thousand
words. There was calm in his eyes, as if he understood just how hard it was for me to give this simple approval.
My hand was already on the door handle, but my heart still pounded. It felt like stepping into a world that didn’t
belong to me.
“Yay! We’re eating here? Daddy, I want fried chicken, okay?”
Liam chuckled, turning to the back and nodding. “Of course, son. I’m sure they have really good fried chicken
here.”
Noah bounced on his seat as if he’d just been given the biggest gift. I could only take a deep breath. That child
was always so easy to please.
Liam got out first, then opened the door for me and Noah. His movement was simple, yet somehow I felt
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