Chapter 117
“There'll be quite a crowd-are you sure you're up for it?” Alessia softened her voice, making it as gentle as
possible.
Ivan didn’t answer, but he stubbornly refused to let go of her hand.
“Alright, let’s go then.” Alessia gave his chubby cheek a gentle squeeze, then led him out of the car.
The three of them walked along the sidewalk back toward the strip mall. Sure enough, outside the fast food joint,
there was a familiar dog waiting by the door. Through the glass, they could see its owner hunched over his
phone, completely absorbed, with a spread of fries, burgers, and a big cup of soda laid out on the table. He
looked as carefree as ever.
After calming the dog down-it perked up excitedly as soon as it saw her-Alessia took Ivan straight over to the
table where the dog’s owner sat, while Eddie lingered at the counter to place their order.
York, blissfully unaware of any impending doom, was still engrossed in his mobile game, muttering curses under
his breath as his thumbs tapped furiously at the screen. Alessia couldn't help but laugh at his obliviousness.
Without warning, she snatched the phone right out of his hands.
“Hey! What the-Alessia?” York looked up, and the moment he saw her, all his
bluster vanished.
“I wasn’t cursing!” he blurted out defensively, scrambling to his feet, but the moment his gaze landed on Ivan,
he reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on-practically jumping out of his chair.
“Alessia! You actually brought the little squirt to a fast food place? You never tookhere! And you just took my
phone! And you're about to scold me!” York’s eyes were wide with outrage, his voice rising with every
accusation.
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Alessia had heard enough. She strode over and clamped a hand over his mouth. Thankfully, at this hour, the
place wasn’t crowded-just a few scattered glances from neighboring tables.
“Quiet. Or I'll delete your account.”
York's eyes were full of protest, but he went silent all the same. Alessia patted the seat next to her for Ivan, who
slid in and sat down. She sat beside him,
immediately picking up where York had left off in the
game.
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In the chat window, York’s teammates were still complaining about him going AFK, but Alessia ignored them. Her
fingers danced across the screen; special effects exploded in a blur, and within ten seconds, she'd racked up two
kills, promptly shutting up the complainers.
York sulked, cheeks puffed out, glaring at Ivan with undisguised resentment. Ivan clutched his paper bag a little
tighter, looking so small and vulnerable it was almost heartbreaking.
Just then, Eddie arrived with a kids meal in hand and slid into the booth beside York.
“Eat up. You need something in your stomach.”
No kid could resist the lure of fast food, but Ivan just licked his lips, not making a
move.
“Go ahead,” Alessia murmured, ruffling his hair, her eyes never leaving the screen.
With her permission, Ivan finally reached for the food-slowly, daintily, as if he were at a fancy restaurant with a
steak knife and fine china, not a plastic tray and a burger.
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It didn’t take long for Alessia to carry the team to victory. The word “WINNER” flashed on the screen, and she set
the phone facedown on the table.
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“You didn’t!” York lunged for his phone, but Alessia was quicker, pinning it to the
table.
He clenched his jaw and glared, but didn’t dare say a word.
“So, Max already headed home. Why are you still here?” she asked.
York scowled, looking every bit the
rebellious teenager. “The old man
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exactly how he felt about that verdict.
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