Ran Haitani and Y/n Kurokawa's relationship appears to be as perfect as a fairytale, but beneath the surface lies a web of dark secrets and hidden motivations. The public admires their romance, yet a persistent journalist digs deeply to uncover the...
Ran's expression shifted from shock to confusion when he heard a little boy call out to me as 'mommy', his eyes widening in disbelief as he processed the words. It was clear that the boy had mistaken us for a couple, a misunderstanding that sent a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks as I realized that I was not setting a good example to this kid.
Without letting my discomfort show, I softly apologized to Kio and guided him to the playground, where most of the kids were playing. As soon as Kio was out of earshot, I turned to Ran who was still fixated on me, confusion written all over his face. I sighed, knowing that he had many questions about what had just happened.
Ran's brow furrows in confusion, eyes still fixed on mine as he continues to process what had just occurred. I take a deep breath before speaking, hoping to clear the misunderstanding once and for all.
"Let me clear things up for you," I say, taking a sip of my champagne before continuing. "That little boy who called me 'mommy' is actually my nephew - Emma and Draken's child. And while I may not be his mother, I am undoubtedly his aunt. I don't mind him calling me 'mommy' one bit, and my sister obviously does not either." I pause, hoping that Ran has finally understood the situation and that this conversation can come to an end.
Ran's smirk fades into a playful smile as he teases me about the little boy calling me 'mommy'. "So you want a baby, is that it?" He asks, his eyes dancing with amusement as he teases me. His tone is light and casual, as if he's just making a passing comment and not actually trying to read into my reaction. The amusement in his voice is infectious, and I can feel my own lips turning up in response, despite my nerves.
"You know I'm a model, I can't have a baby yet - it's too early," I reply, turning to face Ran and his cold, emotionless gaze. Despite the slight chill in his expression, a gentle smile still plays at the corners of his lips, leaving me feeling uneasy. I can't quite put my finger on what's bothering me, so I decide to just put up a bright smile and fix his tie to keep me busy.
As I was about to say something, our phones both chimed unexpectedly, causing us to look down in surprise. It was a message from Sanzu Haruchiyo, inviting us to do something. Our eyes met as we read the message, and for a moment, our attention was focused solely on the contents of the text. After a brief moment of silence, Ran cleared his throat and broke the tension.
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I burst out in laughter the moment I saw Rindou's 30th birthday invitation designed by Sanzu. Ran on the other hand was visibly distraught, his face a mask of disappointment and embarrassment. The look in his eyes said it all - Rindou had made a terrible choice in letting Sanzu design his birthday invitation.
