𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐉𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐚 𝐀𝐔

Chapter 10 - Enchanted To Know You

I fell asleep about an hour or two ago, then awoke when I heard the small child next me wailing loudly. When I looked at them, I noticed that the boy was sleeping with his head against the window. I frowned when he just ignored his daughter or younger sister.

Maybe described his sister will be right.

He was still sleeping but I called that not responsible brother for not keeping eyes on his sister.

His sister was about to cry again when I looked around and noticed that some of the passengers were sleeping, while others were speaking with one other or doing anything else, minding their own business. I returned my gaze to the girl, who was attempting to grab her backpack but discovering it too far away. I wanted to assist her, but all I did was stand there and watch her do what she wanted.

Her baby bottle was in her bag, which I noticed. Then she fell from her seat in the middle when the driver abruptly hit the brakes the bus. She banged her head against the floor. I gasped and grabbed the armchair to stand up, but I came to a halt.

The boy was startled awake by the small girl's loud wailing. His eyes widened as he snatched his sister and placed her in his lap, rubbing the small girl's forehead and blowing on it as he carefully shushed her. The young girl was still sobbing. I peeked at the person in front of him, peering behind him, wondering what the noises were.

He was embracing her, caressing her back, and gently swinging her. Then he picked up the small pink bagpack from the floor and rummaged through it. He discovered the infant bottle and showed it to the young girl.

She hurriedly grabbed it and drank it on his lap when she saw it. He exhaled, wiping her tears away with a cloth, relieved. When he saw I was gazing at him, his cerulean eyes shifted to mine. I instantly averted my gaze. That was humiliating. He'll believe I'm the weird stalker.

I took out my phone and flipped through the screens. I opened Instagram and began looking through people's postings. I sighed, I was so bored. I turned off my phone since I didn't want to risk a low battery. Perhaps reading will satisfy me. I picked out my favourite novel, 'Me Before You,' and resumed reading where I had left off. But, clearly, I was a writer, and my books were nothing more than... I'm not sure... Nobody was interested in reading my books.

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I put back my novel into my handbag and picked my water bottle to drink it. I looked through my peripheral eyes beside me, the little girl was still sitting on his lap as she was playing with her toys. I could see the boy was trying to open his eyes when he was about to fall asleep but he shrugged it off and rubbed his face with his large hands. I looked away, not wanting he will notice me staring again.

I sipped the water while gazing out the window at the scenery. I thought the colour of the sky was spectacular, especially with the trees swaying in the breeze. I was taken aback when I heard the small child yell. I returned my gaze to them, and she clapped her brother's head after he had already fallen asleep. When she did that, it surprised him as well. He grimaced and looked down at her, then grinned as she was indulged by him.

I looked away again, but glancing at them back. His eyelids were about to close again. I think he may be tired.

I got up from my seat and approached them without a second thought. When the bus was moving too rapid, I used the chair to keep my equilibrium. The toddler was staring up at me. Not going to lie, she has stunning baby blue eyes. I touched the boy's shoulder with my finger. He opened his eyes again, this time was staring up at me.

"Can I help you?" He asked me, rubbing his eyes.

"I-uh... I saw you were exhausted. Perhaps I can look after your--little girl? So you're going to sleep?" I inquired, bending to his level. He was merely frowning, perplexed. I took a deep breath, "I owe you a t-thank you for saving me from a tumble at the bus terminal. You don't have to be concerned; I wouldn't take her away since I have nowhere to go for a day of riding on this bus," I finished with a cringe-worthy remarked.

"Oh, you were the girl with the shopping bags," he said, his face bright with delight. I nodded awkwardly, the driver slammed on the brakes again, and I jolted forward, losing my footing. But he stopped me from falling by grabbing my wrist. Again. When he sneered at me, I flushed. He softly drew me in to sit near him. "You should learn to control your balance," he joked, and my cheeks became red with embarrassment.

Then I heard him clear his throat, which made me look at him. He simply smiled and said, "Uhm-I'd appreciate your assistance, uh-Miss?" He paused because he didn't catch my name.

I stuck out my hand to shake, "Winters. Elizabeth Winters. But, you can call me, Elsa," I said with the warm smile.

He turned to look at my hand, then back at me. He appeared to hesitate for the handshake, then awkwardly lifted his hand to extended mine. "My name is Jackson Peter Frost, but I prefer Jack Frost, so just call me Jack," he chuckled, letting go of my hand hastily. He has a lengthy name.

"Long name you've got there," I smirked, then asked the small girl, "What's this cute name?" I inquired, gently pinching her plump cheek. When I did that, she burst out giggling.

"Cara Jacqueline Frost," He said, ruffling her hair.

"Beautiful name. So, is she's your sister?"

"No, she's my daughter," he said, frowning. Should I have been surprised? He appeared to be rather young. Before I could ask him again, he placed Cara in my lap and said, "I need to sleep if she wanted to eat the snack or her baby formula, it was all in her pink bag, okay?"

I just glanced at him and saw he had light freckles on his cheeks and bridge of his nose. Man. I envied him since he didn't have any pimples on his face and his white skin was looked smoothly.

Perhaps he used a special cream or his mother's. His white silver hair covered his forehead with his thick brows, making him appear attractive, and the black bags beneath his eyes indicated that he wasn't getting enough sleep.

"Elsa?" When I was distracted, he patted my shoulder. Oh, my God. I was just thinking about his appearance once again.

"Yeah?" I gulped my own saliva. The way he said my nickname, sending a chill to my spine.

"Are you sure, you want to look after Cara?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

I nodded and raised Cara to correct my posture before lowering her down onto my lap "Yes, indeed. You may continue to sleep ""I replied. He merely nodded and smiled sweetly at me. He was facing me with his back to me, bringing his legs to his chest. He had removed his shoes. I grinned when I noticed he was wearing the doddle of the snowflakes cartoon socks. I'm guessing he enjoys winter as well... It seemed strange because our surnames were connected to snow, which was odd.

Cara brought the small teddy up to my face, and I smiled back. "Da-da?" She yelled, glancing at Jack as she lifted her dolls towards him. She's so cute when she called him 'Da-da.'

I laughed silently, "Da-da is sleeping, darling,"

Cara glanced at me, her small hand on my cheek. She locked her large blue eyes on me. She then averted her gaze, playing with her toys. When she did that, I was speechless. Did she get her eyes from Jack or her mother?

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