BuzzNovelChapter 1204: "I'm done," Locke announced proudly.
"Really? Letsee." Elissa leaned in, and her eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait, is thisin your drawing?" "Yes!" Locke grinned from ear to ear. "It's you!" "It's amazing! Locke, have you taken any drawing lessons?" Locke shook his head. "No." "Really?" Elissa was even more surprised.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer grandfather, Addy, had been a renowned painter, and she'd grown up learning under him. She could tell that if Locke hadn't taken any formal lessons, then he must have an extraordinary gift for someone his age.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Elissa's eyes lit up. "Locke, that might be your dad-" Before she could finish, the door swung open, and Ernest stepped inside. His gaze immediately landed on the two of them sitting together. His brows drew together as he mumbled, "You two..." How could this be? This was the last place he expected to see Elissa.
Elissa was just as stunned. She blinked, completely caught off guard. She glanced at Locke and whispered, "Locke, is he..." "Dad." Locke hopped off the chair and stood straight, hands at his sides like a little soldier.
Elissa stared, dumbfounded. Locke was Ernest's son? She could hardly believe it.
"Locke." Ernest nodded, walked over, and bent down to pick Locke up. Then, he turned to Elissa. “I'm sorry for the trouble my son caused." "No trouble at all..." Elissa smiled and shook her head. "Locke was well-behaved." She was still reeling from the fact that Locke was Ernest's son. No wonder the boy was so proper and mature. He clearly took after his father.
Just then, Quentin knocked. "Sir, the paperwork's done." "Alright." Ernest nodded, then looked back at Elissa. "We'll head out now." With Locke in his arms, he turned and started toward the exit. Elissa pressed her lips together, her thoughts still swirling, and quietly followed behind.
Outside the police station, Ernest's gaze landed on Elissa. “Hop in. I'll drive you home." Hesitating, Elissa started to object, saying, "I can—" Locke quickly interjected, “Elissa, con. Let us drop you off at home!" "Where are your manners?" Ernest, catching his son's words, furrowed his brow and gently reprimanded, "You shouldn't address her so casually." After all, she was Locke's mother.
Puzzled, Locke asked, "Why not? I call all my friends by their names. Elissa's my friend." Struggling to articulate his discomfort, Ernest finally gave in. "Never mind; ignore what I said." Locke gestured emphatically. "Elissa, please caboard!"
"Okay." Although Elissa could resist Ernest, Locke's plea was harderita deny. With a smile, she conceded. "Thanks, Locke."
"You're welcome!" Locke hopped off Ernest's lap, scrambled into the back seat, and beckoned, "Elissa, this way!"
"Sure." With a smile, Elissa climbed into the car. Left with no choice.m Ernest took his place in the front mest took his place passenger seat.
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