“What’s that for?”

Jaxen, with a playful flourish, brushed his hair back, trying to appear effortlessly cool.

“It’s for Alfy. A nice gesture to show our hospitality, right?”

Katelyn was left a bit speechless by Jaxen’s antics, but she said nothing.

Checking the time, she realized the plane should have landed by now. It was the perfect moment to go meet Alfy, so she said calmly to Jaxen, “Let’s go.”

Thirty minutes later, they stood at the airport arrivals gate, waiting patiently.

Alfy appeared in a white skirt, her hair styled in two cute braids, looking especially charming. She was holding a suitcase and scanning the crowd.

Jaxen, flowers in hand, wore a playful smile.

As soon as Alfy spotted him, her face lit up with joy, and she eagerly ran toward him, shouting, “I missed you so much!” Jaxen’s heart skipped a beat, and he moved forward, arms wide to embrace her. However…

Alfy slipped past Jaxen and threw herself into Katelyn’s arms, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Gosh, it’s felt like forever since I last saw you! I’ve missed you so much!”

Alfy’s visit to Granville had been delayed multiple times by her uncle’s interventions. Now that she was finally here, her joy was boundless.

Katelyn hugged Alfy warmly, patting her back affectionately.

“Let’s have a look at you. It seems like you’ve gotten taller. You must have been taking great care of yourself.”

Though it had been a while since their last meeting, their connection was as solid as ever.

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Alfy stepped out of the embrace and spun around with delight, asking, “Do you really think so?”

She slightly pouted and replied, “My uncle has been forcing me to eat lots to make sure I grow taller. He’s adamant I shouldn’t stay short.”

While not particularly short, Alfy was average height for her age, though she always felt a bit smaller next to Katelyn.

Katelyn chuckled and responded, “It looks like his efforts are paying off.”

Alfy nodded vigorously, a broad grin on her face.

Meanwhile, Jaxen, feeling a bit left out, fidgeted and looked at the bouquet he was holding, internally sighing.

He stepped forward and presented the flowers with a charming smile.

“Welcome to Granville, shorty.”

Alfy immediately turned to Jaxen, her tone sharp.

“Who are you calling short?”

She was becoming increasingly sensitive about her height. And he had just touched a nerve.

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