Chapter <b>668 </b>


    After dinner, Oliver suggested that N take Mason to the living room to rest while he cleaned the table and washed the dishes.


    N instinctively declined, “You don’t have to. You’re a guest.”


    “I’m also your boyfriend,” Oliver replied, raising an eyebrow. “As your boyfriend, it’s only right that I wash the dishes after dinner. I can’t let you do everything.”


    Reluctantly, N nodded. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”


    Oliver tidied up the table, washed the dishes, wiped down the kitchen counters, and mopped the floor before heading to the living room.


    N was ying with Mason,peting to see who could stack the blocks faster.


    Mason was quick, nearly finishing with no blocks out of ce, while N’s stack was a chaotic mess, teetering as if it could fall at any moment.


    Oliver watched them with a gentle gaze. He asked, raising an eyebrow, “N, do you want me to help?”


    N looked up and met Oliver’s smiling eyes. N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Just as she was about to respond, a loud crash interrupted her as her blocks toppled over, scattering pieces everywhere.


    At the same time, Mason ced the final block on his tower,pleting it perfectly.


    N nced at Mason’s neat, beautiful stack and then at her scattered blocks. She felt a little ‘disheartened–it was embarrassing to be outdone by a child who wasn’t even five years old.


    Oliver’s smile deepened. “You take a break. I’ll y with Buddy.”


    N nodded. “Sure.”


    Whenever she yed these educational games with Mason, she felt like she didn’t have the right IQ for it. Plus, Mason seemed to enjoy ying with Oliver more.


    When Oliver said he’d join him, Mason’s eyes lit up.


    N got up, and Oliver took her ce, starting to help Mason clean up the fallen blocks.


    “I’ll go get some snacks for you two,” she said.


    She stood and walked toward the kitchen. Grabbing a watermelon from the fridge, she cut it up and ced the pieces on a tter.


    Just as she was stepping out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang.


    Seeing Oliver preparing to get up to answer it, N said, “You keep ying with Buddy. I’ll get the door.”


    When she reached the door and looked through the peephole, she was surprised to see Damon standing outside.


    After a moment’s hesitation, she opened the door.


    “Ms. Kinsey, I came to discuss this morning’s incident” Before Damon could finish his sentence, he abruptly halted.


    The sight of N standing there in her loungewear, her long hair pulled up into a bun that revealed her smooth forehead, made her look both beautiful and vibrant.


    Her wless skin and exquisite features could easily pass for those of a university student in herte


    teens.


    What took Damon by surprise was the atmosphere in the living room.


    Oliver was ying blocks with Mason, both of them smiling, while N held a te of watermelon, exuding a sense of peace.


    They appeared to be a warm and harmonious family, and his presence disrupted that tranquility.


    Damon felt himself tense up involuntarily, and his gaze gradually dimmed.


    The person who should have been sitting there ying with Mason was him. But five years ago, he hadn’t protected N. Five yearster, he missed his chance again.


    Now, he didn’t even have the right topete with Oliver.


    Oliver and Mason heard the noise and turned to look at the door.


    They both paused. Oliver’s smile faded slightly, while Mason excitedly ran to the door.


    “Daddy, what are you doing here?” he asked.


    Damon caught Mason as he ran into his arms, lifting him and answering softly, “I came to check on you and your mom.”