Walked a few steps and jumped off the steps.
He looked at the backs of a few girls, took out a whistle, and blew it.
"Toot!"
A loud whistle echoed in the ears, Mia Ginger saw him from afar, sowhat surprised, and led the team to him.
All six people’s clothes were soaked.
Dallas Taylor said nothing, hands behind his back, paced around the group twice.
In a deep voice asked, "How do you feel?"
No one answered.
"What?" he raised an eyebrow and sneered, countered, "Didn’t run enough?"
"Report!" Mia’s clear voice rang, "Enough!"
Dallas glanced at her, his eyes almost brimming with laughter, and said sternly, "Dismissed!"
The six suddenly sighed in relief.
Seeing there was still enough ti for breakfast, they gratefully headed towards the dining hall.
——
After breakfast, the sky was still gloomy.
But the rain was gradually stopping.
Everyone was still training on the playground.
After ten o’clock, the clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, clearing up.
The sun ca out again, hot and bright, warmly shining on everyone, as if it hadn’t rained in the morning.
Mia’s clothes dried on her body.
Feeling helpless, she stood in a military posture, pondering when would be appropriate to wash her clothes.
Dallas went off to pick faults with other teams.
As she stood, the light exclamation of girls behind gradually reached her.
"Looks like he’s looking for soone?"
"So handso, the motorbike is cool too, and he’s with a kid!"
"The child looks like a doll!"
"Haha."
Not sure what exactly struck the girls’ soft spot, there was rare laughter and whispering in the team, very relaxed.
Mia still thinking about washing clothes, casually glanced over.
Suddenly froze.
The person in her sight was Louis Cox.
For so reason, he rode his motorbike into the playground, parked by the fence.
Wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, playing with sunglasses in his hand, looking around casually, appearing carefree and definitely noticeable.
There was a little girl by his leg.
About his height with long legs, wearing a white T-shirt and floral skinny pants, holding a small helt with two little hands, bouncing and talking to him.
Maeve?
Why did Louis bring her here?
Mia rembered his riding speed and was still shaken, couldn’t imagine him on the road with the little girl.
Ivy isn’t worried?
Seriously.
Coming back to senses, she sighed with annoyance, turned her head not wanting to look.
Just thinking to quickly give him a call.
eting anywhere else is fine, but not on the playground, too eye-catching.
But—
Things didn’t go as planned.
After dismissal, she hadn’t reached the place to put her stuff when suddenly a voice ca by her ear, "Mia Ginger sister, uncle and I ca to find you!"
"Uh!" Windsor Myres who was walking beside her was startled.
Looked up, glanced with a complex expression at the little girl being held by Louis.
Cesar Myres had her at fifty; cherished her like precious candy, held in the palm afraid she’d fly away, didn’t know how best to pamper her.
In such a Myres Family, there was only her, innocent and lively like a free little bird.
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