>Mallory
"Really?" he replied, his expression shifting the slightest bit.
I smiled as I adjusted Asher on my lap, playing with her cheeks, his mouth pouted. I almost squealed.
Oh my! My son is so cute!
Then I turned and smiled apologetically at the man in front of me.
"Yeah… I'm really sorry about what happened at the airport," I started. I did leave without resolving the conflict— that was on me. No matter how much I think about it, it was rude to do that, even to a stranger. He looked like he was gonna create trouble, so I escaped.
"What? Airport?" His brows furrowed, his expression genuinely confused. I nodded.
"You see— you suddenly got mobbed by your fans, so I didn't have the chance to apologize. I guess he kept calling you 'Daddy' because you look like Mara. He calls Mara 'Aunty Daddy.'" I explained, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
