My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 30

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It was Parent Day at Finn's school today and Rose was excited to see her son's classroom.

"This is my class!" Finn said excitedly as he ran up to the door of his room.

She glanced up at the banner decorating the door, which was full of the hand prints of students. Cutely enough, each pair of hands made a pair of butterfly wings.

"So you are in the butterfly room," Rose concluded happily.

Keenan was behind her by a few metres but really she was just walking at a faster pace to avoid him.

As she opened the door, she found the inside of the classroom much livelier, full of chatter or parents praising their children, though she did admit it  mostly consisted of mothers rather than fathers.

Rose watched as Finn rushed over to his desk at the back of the room where he had five other desk mates surrounding him.

"This is my table," he said leading her to his desk, "and this is where I sit."

He pointed to the desk that had his name handwritten, laminated and stuck onto the top corner.

"Did you write your name yourself?" Rose asked bending down towards him.

"Yeah!" he said proudly.

Rose smiled and patted his head lovingly while staring at the rest of his desk.

There were some scribbles, a few cut marks and glue marks. She was kinda proud that he wasn't as messy compared to the people from her primary school days.

"You did a good job maintaining your desk," she commented.

Finn grinned.

"That's cause Dad is clean all the time," he replied.

Rose nodded understandably, realising that she had forgotten all about Keenan.

Curiously, she glanced around the room to search for Keenan's whereabouts and caught him in the corner of the room with two other mothers.

One woman had this voluptuous pile of blonde hair and wore a colourful set of make-up, which she did admit looked very well done.

The other, an auburn brunette, had her hair cut straight at the shoulder at an angular level, looking like she straightens and gets it cut every two days.

Both wore quite flashy and high-end clothing but she guessed it was only second-nature since this was quite a prestigious private elementary school.

Most of the mothers or fathers were high-class socialities or business people who succeeded with their career.

Keenan, Finn and her were no different in terms of social class. Even though she wore a quite tame outfit compared to them, she couldn't say she didn't like to dress nice when was about to wear a floral dress, though she had changed to a simple cotton turtle neck the last minute.

Focusing back on the two women surrounding Keenan, since they weren't too far, she unconsciously began listening to their conversation.

Was it general interest? Socialising for business? Or maybe it was something else. Honestly, she was just interested in how he interacts with others.

"So, Mr Sinclair," the woman with brunette hair started, "I haven't seen you since orientation day."

"Are you always this busy?" the other, blonde, asked.