Chapter 212


    Chapter 212 Endless Yearning


    Erin took the tissue that Asa handed her, and amidst her tears, she broke into a smile. Seeing how well


    Chandler had educated Asa and how kind the little boy was, she was overwhelmed with gratitude. She


    wished she could nt a kiss on Chandler to thank him for bringing


    up their son so well.


    *Thank you, Asa. Did I scare you just now?” Erin wiped away her tears.


    Asa shook his head quietly. “I used to see Grandma cry all the time. Whenever she mentioned my


    mom, she would cry for a long time… But then Aunt Yvette started apanying Grandma more, so


    Grandma is much better now. Miss Pam, I don’t like seeing you cry. It


    makes me unhappy.”


    Erin nodded. “I’m sorry, Asa. I won’t cry anymore in the future. I was just thinking about a friend earlier.


    She’s also good at drawing. Would you like to see theics she drew?”


    Asa was immediately intrigued, and a smile returned to his face. “Yes. I want to see!”


    Erin smiled and stood up. Then, she went to the sofa to retrieve her bag. From it, she took out live


    smallic books. These were theics she’d been drawing in the Garden of Eden up until now.


    The stories inside were created for Asa, with the intention of showing them to him someday in person.


    She wanted to tell him her story through her illustrations.


    She wanted to let Asa know what she’d been through during the years she wasn’t by his side.


    Once Asa received theics, he was deeply attracted to the cute and cool drawing style. After


    flipping through a few pages, he showed joy but also furrowed his brow. “Miss Pam, I don’t know


    many words yet. If it’s in Feirmondian or Emstian, it would be easier for me-*


    Hisment made Erin wish she could change the dialogues and captions in those fiveic books


    to thenguages her son had just


    said he understood better.


    “It’s okay. I’ll read them to you from now on. How about that?” Erin quickly came up with another


    suggestion to appeal to her son.


    Asa smiled sweetly. “That would be great! I love listening to stories. Miss Pam, why don’t you tell me


    one now?”


    Before Erin could say anything, Chandler, who was at the door, couldn’t bear to listen any longer and


    pushed the door open.


    With a calm expression, he said, “Asa, tonight’s drawing lesson is over. Miss Pam needs to go


    home.”


    Asa was a bit reluctant that the lesson had ended, a hint of disappointment could be seen in his eyes


    as he looked at Erin. “Really? Miss


    Pam, are you leaving now?”


    Erin wanted very much to tell him that she would never leave him, but she couldn’t do that now.


    She smiled gently. “Asa, we’ll meet again very soon. During the time we’re apart, you can continue


    drawing. When we meet next time. I’ll


    bring new works for you to see, okay?”


    Erin wanted to participate in her son’s drawing instead of being a bossy and rigid teacher.


    “That’s great! Let’s pinky swear, and no one can break the promise!” Asa smiled and extended his little


    finger to her.


    Erin smiled andplied. Chandler didn’t disturb the interaction between Erin and Asa the whole time.


    There was a hint of warmth and a touch of bitterness in his eyes. He didn’t know what happened that


    day, but when he saw the new art teacher and Asa spending time together, there was an indescribable


    sense of harmony and warmth.


    Asa didn’t throw a tantrum. Upon Chandler’s request, Asa personally walked Erin to the entrance of the


    vi, and he bid her farewell in


    person.


    Chandler’s style of education which was showcased multiple times that day made Erin’s heart surge.


    She’d thought that Chandler wouldn’t respect her as an art teacher due to his status, but she didn’t


    expect his way of educating their son to be so proper. This unknowingly improved Erin’s impression of


    Chandler.


    “Goodbye and goodnight, Miss Pam.” Asa waved his little hand politely.


    Erin reminded him intentionally, “Asa, wait for me to read theic books together with you next time,


    okay?”


    “Okay!”


    arrange for anyone to apany her as she walked back.


    At 9.30 pm, Asay down to sleep, and the fiveic books were ced by his pillow. Chandler, as


    usual, told him a story. Asa soon fell


    asleep.


    After tucking him in and kissing his forehead, Chandler got up to leave. He took a couple of steps.


    Then, he turned back and stared at theic books by Asa’s pillow. Children’sic books didn’t


    interest him at all, but when he remembered Erin was the one who gave them to Asa, he suddenly felt


    a tinge of curiosity.


    Chandler walked back quietly and took theic books.


    Asa, who hadn’t fallen into deep sleep yet, opened his eyes and squinted them. “Daddy, are you taking


    myic books?”


    Chandler froze for a moment, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He exined. “Asa,


    Daddy needs to check theic books first. If the content is inappropriate, you’re not allowed to read


    them.”


    With drowsy eyes. Asa murmured softly, “Oh, okay. But please don’t damage the books, or Miss


    Pam will be unhappy.”


    “Okay, I promise you I won’t damage them.”


    Watching his son gradually fall asleep with a sense of relief, Chandler’s gentle gaze stayed on him for


    some time. About ten minutester, Chandler left silently.


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    Back in his study. Chandler sat on the sofa without moving for a full three hours. He’d meticulously and


    attentively read through theic books. Right now, he was already reading the second one. Although


    theic books were small they were very thick, filled with every little detail of Erin’s life in the Garden


    of Eden.


    When Chandler saw the main character in Erin’sic book being kidnapped by the viins at the


    beginning, he felt a pang in his heart. He couldn’t control himself and thought of the missing Erin, who


    had been gone for a whole seven years.


    As he watched the plot unfold, with Erin being stolen away by the viins, tears welled up in the corners


    of his eyes. When he realized his abnormal reaction, he was shocked. He found it hard to believe that


    he, a man in his thirties, actually cried while reading aic book.


    If the employees in hispany found out, he would be teased endlessly. Nevertheless, Chandler was


    reluctant to put down theic


    book in his hands.


    He had a feeling that Erin’s attitude toward their son, Asa, was rather abnormal. She cried andughed


    in her very first lesson with him. Because of that, she didn’t seem like a normal art teacher to him.


    Looking at theic book in his hands, Chandler fell into contemtion. Why did the contents of this


    comic book feel so real to him?


    Perhaps it was because the content was too sad and heartrending that he couldn’t stop himself from


    thinking about Erin. There was one fleeting moment in which he imagined that the female protagonist in


    theic was Erin. Could that be possible?


    Lost in his wandering thoughts, Chandler finished reading the secondic book. Then, he flipped


    open the third one….


    Chandler stayed awake all night, reading theic books until it was 8 am the next morning. Only then


    did he reluctantly set down the


    final book, feeling slightly dizzy with his eyes swollen.


    He’d read all fiveic books.


    The five booksy quietly on his desk. He slowly stood up and walked toward a cab, taking out


    cigarettes and a lighter without hesitation. He’d abstained from smoking for ten months. But after


    reading the fiveic books, he started smoking again without hesitance.


    At that moment, not only did he want to smoke, but he also felt like drinking..


    However, it was probably already morning, and his son, Asa, was likely awake. If Asa saw Chandler


    smoking and drinking. he would surely be disappointed.


    on thewn, his thoughts drifted far away.


    He remembered the time when he and Erin were in Mufrana. One time, Erin said to him. “Chandler,


    when we return to the country, I want to nt a whole patch of lilies in the vi-”


    The flowers had been nted six years ago. They’d gone through the process of nting, blooming,


    and withering over and over again.


    “Erin, if you don’te back, these lilies are just here with no one to admire them. Where are you, my


    beloved Erin?” Chandler wondered


    woefully.