“Come on, let’s go back for lunch.”


    “Alright, Uncle!” Tony nodded. The convoy, led by Roy, was already ready. Since they were heading to


    Flintstone Estate, which wasn’t too far away, only two security vehicles apanied them.


    Imogen looked out from her dorm’s floor-to- ceiling window, watching the two cars departing from the


    Flintstone Residence. A strong sense of loss welled up within her. She believed that one day, she, too,


    would be an indispensable part of Zacharias’ life.


    Shirley sat beside Zacharias in the car, feeling more rxed since they were only out for a meal. After


    about half an hour, the convoy entered the Flintstone Estate’s courtyard. It was an older area with no


    tall buildings around, so it exuded a serene atmosphere, free from the hustle and bustle of the city.


    Shirley stepped out of the car, and Zacharias turned to her, saying, “Let’s go! I’ll show you around my


    room.”


    Shirley appeared calm on the surface, but deep down, she felt a growing sense of anticipation. She


    was surprised to find herself eager to learn more about this man.


    “Grandpa Josef!” Tony called out as he walked into the hall, where Josef emerged. “Tony, you’vee


    too.”


    Shirley immediately greeted Josef. “Hello, Old Mr. Flintstone.”


    “Miss Lloyd, wee to our home. Pleasee inside.”


    “You’re too kind, sir,” Shirley said. Josef’s overly enthusiastic wee made her somewhat bashful.


    “Dad, I’ll take care of her,” Zacharias said. Old Mr. Flintstone nodded, and Tony said, “Grandpa Josef,


    let’s y chess. There’s still some time before lunch is ready, right?”


    “Do you think you can beat me?”


    “Well, I’vee to learn from you, haven’t I?” Tony said and headed toward a side room where a


    chessboard was always set up.


    Meanwhile, Zacharias took Shirley’s hand as they headed upstairs. Out of panic, Shirley attempted to


    pull her hand away, but Zacharias held it tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. So, she


    could only let him lead her upstairs.


    “Zacharias, let go of me. I can walk on my own.” she whispered. Once they reached the second floor,


    Zacharias released her hand and walked toward his bedroom door. He opened it and invited her in,


    saying, “Come in! Let me show you around.”


    Shirley entered. She used to think her father had the most trophies in his room, but now it was


    Zacharias’. On a long table, there were trophies of various sizes that he had won. On the wall, there


    was a photo wall featuring pictures of him from childhood to adulthood. Shirley admired the photos, but


    suddenly, her breath caught in her throat.


    Good heavens, what is that?


    Mortified, Zacharias covered one of his childhood photos. He was a little over a year old at that time


    and was dressed in open-crotch pants, bearing everything that needed to be hidden.


    “Don’t look at this one.” The man blushed. In a rare moment of catching him off guard, Shirley reached


    out and moved his hand away. “Why won’t you let me see it? You invited me to look around, right?


    Move your hand away.”


    She pulled his hand away and stared at the photo with great interest. The toddler in the picture looked


    absolutely adorable. However, as Shirley looked at it, she began blushing.


    Very quickly, she looked away and turned her attention elsewhere.


    Zacharias took the chance to take the photo away, deciding to keep it out of sight. He didn’t mind letting


    her look at it if she wanted to, though.


    After spending about fifteen minutes in Zacharias’ room, Shirley went downstairs. She heardughter


    coming from the side hall and couldn’t resist her curiosity. As she approached, she found Tony and


    Josef ying chess. Shirley stood by with great interest to watch.


    Clearly, Tony was still too young and naive. He became proud after capturing one piece, but little did he


    know that Josef had a powerful moveing up. By the end of the game, Tony suffered a crushing


    defeat.


    “You’re not my match. Zach is.” Josef chuckled.


    “That’s just because I don’t y often enough,” Tony protested, and then he noticed Shirley standing


    there. He immediately said, “Goddess, how about a game with us?”


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    Josef also thought it was a good idea for the young folks to y. He stood up and said, “Miss Lloyd,


    why don’t you y with him?”


    “I’m not very good at chess,” she admitted, waving her hand.