Chapter 645

Isabella’s POV

There was something so pure, so innocent about the way he licked the melting vanilla from the edges of the bowl, his tongue darting out quickly before he continued to dig in with gusto.

He was adorable, I had to admit. His messy curls bounced with each excited movement, his little legs swinging beneath the chair as if he simply couldn’t contain his joy as he enjoyed his ice cream. 

There was a lightness about him, an effortless charm that made it impossible to look away.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs as I sipped my wine, my eyes never leaving him. He was so well-mannered, quietly eating without causing a scene or making a mess. 

It was rare to see a child his age so well-behaved, and even rarer to see one dressed so expensively.

I took in his outfit, noting the designer sneakers, the tailored shorts, and the crisp polo shirt that looked like it had been freshly ironed. 

Everything