Chapter 607: It's Exactly What You're Thinking

“It worked out for the best. Sweetie never gets used to the old family home. As soon as it gets dark, she cries nonstop. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t have known how to find an excuse to come back.”

“You didn’t want to invite Melody. You really wanted to invite Ian, didn’t you?”

“What’s wrong with that? Sweetie is so picky. She only warms up like that when she sees Ian. Isn’t it good for her to have a big brother figure?”

“Warms up? Our Sweetie is a girl. She needs to be more reserved!”

“I’m a girl, too. Maybe I should be a little more reserved.”

Shawn Fisher was at a loss for words. He reached out and wrapped his arm around Candy. “You should understand how I feel. You’re Sweetie’s mother, too. If she gets married one day, won’t you be sad and heartbroken?”

His voice softened noticeably. Shawn Fisher was known for his bad temper, but when it came to Candy, he was as gentle as could be.

“I’m getting jealous. They do say a daughter is her father’s little sweetheart from a past life.”

Shawn Fisher was speechless again.

“Why would you be sad about our daughter getting married? If she marries someone like Ian, what’s there to be sad about?”

“Marry into the Fairchild family? Marry Evan Fairchild’s son?” Shawn Fisher rubbed his temples, a headache forming.

“We’re home. Go check if everything’s ready. Sweetie wouldn’t do the first-catch ceremony at the old family home. We had so many things laid out, but she wouldn’t touch a single one. Mom and Dad have been a little disappointed about it. Let’s set some things up again. We’ll see if Sweetie is in a better mood when Ian gets here and maybe picks something up. We can take a video of it to save and send it to Mom and Dad to cheer them up.”

Shawn Fisher got out of the car with a sigh, handed Sweetie to the nanny, and followed Candy inside.

The birthday party was all set up. Unlike the formal affair at the old family home, this one was much more festive, with lots of balloons and colorful lights.

Evan Fairchild drove Melody Monroe and Ian Monroe to Shawn Fisher’s home.

Ian clung to Melody’s arm.

“Don’t be so nervous. Sweetie is only one. She’s just like this because she likes you.”

Ian didn’t say a word. He just didn’t like people getting that close to him, not even a one-year-old.

“Alright, let’s get out,” Evan Fairchild said, opening the car door. A smile touched his eyes as he looked at his son.

‘It’s refreshing to see someone can finally keep this kid in check.’

When Ian saw the smile in his father’s eyes, his mood soured. ‘I don’t even want to get out of the car anymore.’

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine filled the air. Jasper Rockwell pulled up next to Evan Fairchild’s car, took off his helmet, and waved at Ian.

“Why haven’t you gone in yet?”

“We’re just about to,” Melody said quickly. She turned to Ian, who was still clinging to her arm. “Let’s get out, okay? We can’t keep them waiting. It’s rude.”

“Okay.” Ian nodded and got out of the car.

Jasper Rockwell walked ahead, and Melody paused for a moment when she noticed the way he was walking.

Evan Fairchild noticed it too. Seeing Melody’s confusion, he said softly, “Zane Langdon was the one who took him home yesterday. It’s exactly what you think.”

“I wasn’t thinking anything of the sort!”

“He spent the night at Zane Langdon’s yesterday.”

Melody was utterly shocked!

“What? You mean… Mr. Langdon! How is that possible?” Melody was sputtering. “Even if Jasper is… there’s no way Mr. Langdon would!”

“Why would it be impossible?” Evan Fairchild replied nonchalantly. Seeing that Melody was still reeling from the shock, he added, “If you don’t believe me, ask Jasper.”

Melody: “…”