Chapter 976 Can You Be Our Mom?

"Why not?" Doyle asked Besse.

"The queue is too long," Besse replied. "It could take half an hour."

"It's okay, we can rest," Doyle said.

"I'm afraid you'll get bored," Besse countered. She understood Doyle well; he was a thrill-seeking man-child who loved excitement. No matter where their business trips took them, he always visited local amusement parks and tried every high-thrill ride. They had just finished bungee jumping and were now heading for the Ferris wheel. She worried he wouldn't sit still on such a gentle ride, but once they were up, she knew he wouldn't want to come down. She didn't relish listening to his complaints.

"When I'm with you, I won't get bored," Doyle reassured her.

"Okay, you win," Besse conceded. If he regretted it later, he shouldn't blame her for not warning him.

"Excuse me," Besse called to the man ahead. She noticed a significant gap between him and the people in front, and he hadn't moved.

Oscar stiffened when he heard Besse. "Can you move forward?" she asked.

Oscar realized he'd been standing still for a while. He quickly hugged Una and moved forward with Salem. Besse followed.

Una, lying on Oscar's chest, turned and recognized Besse from the fashion show, where Besse had helped her get a cake. Una seemed to like her.

Besse recognized Una immediately and glanced at the little boy beside her. "Hi, sweeties?" she greeted them.

"Yeah! It's my brother's birthday, so Dad brought us here," Una replied.

Besse realized the man carrying the girl might be their father. "What about your mom? Why isn't she here?" she asked Una, finding it easy to chat while Una lay on Oscar's chest.

"We don't have a mom," Una blurted out before Salem could stop her. Oscar didn't intervene.

"What about the lady last time? Susan?" Besse asked, after a moment's thought.

"She's our godmother," Una explained.

Besse nodded. So Manuel Johnson wasn't their father. "But Daddy promised me and my brother he'd find us a mom soon," Una said happily. "Right, Daddy?!"

Oscar replied, in a restrained voice, "Mm-hmm."

Besse frowned. She felt she recognized his voice, but she didn't dwell on it, smiling at Una. "Well then, I wish your daddy finds you a mom soon!"

"Thank you, Ms.," Una replied.

Besse smiled. Then, impulsively, she asked, "Can you be our mom?"

The words were out before she could second-guess herself. Instead of excitement, she noticed a reaction from the man holding the girl; he coughed repeatedly.

Una looked at her father with confusion. "Daddy, don't you like her?"

"No," Oscar whispered, "I just choked on something."

"So Daddy agrees!" Una exclaimed excitedly.

"..."

"Una, no, she already has a boyfriend and can't be our mom," Salem said seriously.

Una looked disappointed.

Besse breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been considering how to refuse without hurting their feelings. The boy had solved it for her.

"I want her to be my mom! She's beautiful!" Una insisted.

"I believe your daddy will find an even more beautiful lady as your mom in the future," Besse comforted her gently.

"Is that so, Daddy?" Una asked.

Oscar, nervous, nodded slightly. "Mm-hmm."

"Yeah! I'm going to have a pretty mom!" Una shouted joyfully. The happiness of children was truly unique.

Looking at Una, Besse smiled. She liked the adorable girl. However, she couldn't stop glancing at the little boy; he obediently followed his father, his back to her. An inexplicable intimacy urged her closer. She tried to avoid looking, finding her feelings strange. The man carrying Una kept his back to her, seeming cold and distant.

Soon, it was their turn. Oscar, Salem, and Una sat in one Ferris wheel car, while Besse and Doyle got into the next. The Ferris wheel ascended slowly. Una and Salem excitedly peered out. From their car, Oscar watched Besse and Doyle chat happily.

"Besse, do you love children?" Doyle asked.

"Huh?"

"When you saw those two kids, there was a twinkle in your eyes. And you ignored me."

"They're so adorable!" Besse replied.

"Yeah, they're adorable, but we work with lots of adorable little models. Why these two in particular?" Doyle pressed.

Besse realized the children were special to her, especially the boy.

"Besse, what are you thinking about?" Doyle asked, disapprovingly. She was easily distracted around him.

"First-sight attraction, I think," Besse replied.

Doyle, unreasonably dwelling on it, turned to the view. "Northfield is such a rich and prosperous country."

Bessie, reminded, looked out. The scenery was beautiful, yet she felt a vague sense of rejection.

"Besse, do you know a legend?" Doyle asked, a wicked smile on his lips.

"What legend?"

"A romantic legend."