“Why?” Liam’s face fell, his disappointment clear and deep.

“Fast food isn’t a healthy option,” Ethan explained softly.

“But… I really want it…” Liam’s voice shook, tears welling in his eyes.

It felt like forever since he last had crispy chicken and golden fries. The craving was intense.

Seeing her son so close to crying, Isabella stepped in. “It’s just one meal.”

She didn’t want to upset Liam or start a disagreement with Ethan over something so small.

Ethan’s eyes met Isabella’s, and he felt his resistance fading.

“Fine. Just this once,” he finally agreed.

“Yes! Mr. Blackwood, you’re amazing!” Liam shouted, wrapping his small arms around Ethan’s leg.

Ethan stiffened at the sudden touch.

It felt… strange.

He glanced down at the little boy, and a gentle smile formed on his lips.

Watching them, Isabella felt a mix of emotions swirling inside.

She was torn between joy and worry.

She wanted Liam to connect with Ethan but feared their bond growing too strong.

“Let’s go,” Ethan said, pulling her from her thoughts.

He took Liam’s hand and walked toward the parking area.

Isabella followed quietly, her heart aching with a bittersweet feeling.

Ethan’s car, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom, was parked nearby, radiating elegance and power.

He opened the door for Liam, then turned to Isabella.

“Get in,” he said, his tone neutral.

After a brief pause, Isabella slid into the car.

The drive was silent, filled with unspoken tension.

Only Liam’s cheerful chatter broke the quiet, a sharp contrast to the adults’ silence.

The KFC was bustling with noise and energy.

Liam, holding Ethan’s hand, pointed excitedly at the menu. “Mr. Blackwood, I want that! And that! And that too!”

Ethan listened patiently, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Isabella stood to the side, observing quietly.

How perfect things could be if her relationship with Ethan were simpler.

A wave of longing washed over her.

Once seated by the window, Liam dug into his meal with enthusiasm. “So good! So yummy!” he mumbled between bites.

Ethan watched the boy eat with such joy, his expression thoughtful but silent.

He took a small bite of a burger, his brow furrowing. Was this really that enjoyable? He doubted it.

Ethan couldn’t understand why Liam loved this food so much.

Seeing Ethan’s hesitant look, Isabella couldn’t help but laugh.

Ethan shot her a quick glance but said nothing.

He continued eating his burger quietly, occasionally looking out the window. Nearby, under a large tree, a figure stood silently, seemingly waiting.