The Gray Autumn's

Similaire

Carefully, Darren places Fleur in the wheelchair that Aamber has prepared. The young man then smiled kindly. "Who are you?" tanyakanya.

"We would like to meet Mr. Hillaire in person" Aamber replied immediately.

"Have you made any promises before?" darren asked again, making Aamber and Fleur look at each other. A moment later, Fleur shook his head slowly.

"Oh, usually a.." Darren had not yet resumed his words, a white sedan entered the courtyard of the mansion. Edgar looked out of there wearing sunglasses and a casual look. Although the age of the man is no longer young, but his style still looks fashionable and in harmony with good looks that are not easy to eat age. Edgar is still a man full of charm, just like he was when he was young.

The man walked to the next door and opened it. The beautiful figure of Arumi appeared no less graceful. Unlike her husband, Arumi also looks young. The two throw smiles at each other, before they set their sights on the terrace where Fleur, Aamber, and Darren are.

"Thankfully they came home quickly," said Darren welcomed the arrival of his parents. "How, Dad? Is everything all right?" the twenty-year-old asked Edgar, who responded with a nod. Edgar's attention at that time was focused on Fleur. He knitted his eyebrows to find Benjamin Royce's daughter in his house. "There are guests who want to see you" Darren said.

"How are you, Fleur? What wind brought you here?" greet Arumi gently.

"I want to talk to your husband, Madam," Fleur replied softly. The little girl no longer looked haughty in front of Arumi or Edgar.

"What do you want to talk to me about, Little Miss?" asked Edgar with great dignity. His roar looked solemn, but it did not show any frightening impression to Fleur. However, Edgar realized that he was facing a ten-year-old child.

"Do you know each other?" Darren looked at the father and Fleur in turn.

"This is Fleur. The daughter of Mr. Royce," explained Arumi with her smile fixed on the little girl in the wheelchair. Darren looked surprised. He didn't know that Benjamin had a daughter. However, before the young man could speak again, Arumi immediately gestured to him. "Honey, we should invite our guests to come in" said the woman again as she touched the husband's arm.

"Yes, sure," replied Edgar. He walked to the door and opened it. Both special guests are welcome to enter. Again, Aamber was stunned with luxury in a house full of European carvings. The impression of luxury is also seen from the various furniture that adorns the house. Now Aamber knows that Autumn is not the daughter of any random person.

"Please sit down," Edgar pointed his hand at the sofa. Of course, he was referring to Aamber.

"Darren, pack your things immediately and make sure that no one is left behind. I don't want to hear your complaints while I'm there" Arumi said. Indirectly, he told the young man to leave the living room. Darren doesn't have to listen to what Edgar is going to discuss with Fleur. "Do you like Eclair, honey?" ask Arumi. Eclair is one of the variants of sus or choux pastry that is shaped lengthwise

"Fleur likes different types of cakes, ma'am," replied Aamber kindly. "Oh, yes. Sorry I haven't introduced myself. My name is Aamber Morris. I am Fleur's grandmother," the middle-aged woman reached out to Arumi who looked astonished. However, before Edgar's wife had time to ask, Aamber had already given an explanation. "I was Fleur's grandmother on his mother's side. My daughter ... my late daughter ...." Aamber did not continue his words. The fear was again present in his heart.

Arumi smiled softly as she muttered softly. He touched Aamber's arm warmly. As a mother, Arumi was able to tell what Aamber was feeling. "It's okay, Madam. I just don't know if Fleur still has a grandmother" he said. Aamber nodded with a smile to respond to Arumi's words.

"Are you Elle's mother?" ask Aamber.

"Yes" replied Arumi without letting go of her smile. A moment later, he glanced at Edgar who had just been silent listening. I don't know what that guy was thinking. Touch of the husband's thigh as a gesture.

Edgar. He seemed to have understood the gesture from his wife. The man aged half a century more then fix his sitting position to be more upright. "So, what did you mean by coming here?" his tanyanya is full of authority.

"I honestly don't know either, because Fleur suddenly invited me here. Though today he should have been in therapy," Aamber explained.

"I want to meet Elle" Fleur replied immediately. "Can you call him?" fleur's gray eyes looked a little pleading.

"Elle?" repeat Edgar. "For what?" tanyakanya. "Did your father lose the way to persuade me, so he sent you here?" the gray-eyed man.

"My grandmother explained it to you earlier. Papa doesn't know if I came here" Fleur said in a stern tone. The attitude that made Arumi so captivated. He seemed to know, what the little girl would be like in her future.

"Look, Honey. Does he remind you of someone?" asked Arumi still with her smile.

"Yes, who else is the most stubborn child who likes to defy other than Elle," Edgar replied as he took a slow breath. "You're wrong not to like my daughter, Miss Royce. Your attitude is the same as Elle was when he was a kid. I don't know if it'll make you familiar or defeat each other" Edgar said.

"Oh, of course not. Fleur and Elle are both sweet girls. I think they'll be good friends. I hope so, Fleur," said Arumi.

"In that case, where is Elle? I want to talk to him" Fleur said. He seems not to want to talk.

"Just tell us what you want to talk to him about, let us tell Elle in person" Edgar said.

"can't. I want to speak directly to Elle, "Fleur refused firmly. However, it actually makes Arumi even more anxious about him.

"Wait, Honey. I'll get you something" said the middle-aged woman as she passed by.

While Fleur stared fixedly at Edgar, the man who still looked calm and dignified. "Will your wife call Elle for me?" ask the copper-haired little girl.

"No" answered Edgar briefly.

'Why? Is Elle not willing to see me?" tanya Fleur looked worried.

"Not really," replied Edgar again.

"Then?" fleur asked Edgar to start losing his temper. For a long time he had not faced the ravings of a child.

"Elle can't see you, because she's not home" Edgar said.

"Where is he then? I'll meet him right now" urged Fleur.

"He's not in Paris" Edgar replied straightforwardly.