Delphine looked at the refined and fair-skinned young professor in front of her and explained, "Because we've just returned to the country, I haven't found a kindergarten that can take my child yet, so I need to keep him with me. Nicholas is very well-behaved and won't disrupt the class. Besides, he knows French. I hope the professor can make an exception."
Perhaps because the child had come into her life with such difficulty, Delphine always carried a sense of fear. Whenever she could keep him close, she would try her best to do so.
The two striking figures—one big, one small—stared at him with large, dark, expressive eyes that resembled black grapes, pleading silently. Cassius Turner almost nodded.
The man held himself back from asking, "Where is the child's father?" A beauty with such delicate features—what man wouldn't worry if she were raising a child alone?
