Elisa remained silent, not even bothering to give Hamish a glance.
“Elisa, didn’t you used to want me to accompany you to various places?” he asked.
“You said that was in the past,” she replied.
The previous Elisa loved Hamish very much. She thought she had found a treasure by marrying him and always wanted to show off with him wherever they went.
Elisa thought that saying this would make Hamish angry, but to her surprise, after staring at her for a while with an unclear expression, he suddenly smiled gently and said, “There’s a bidding meeting next week. Accompany me.”
It wasn’t a discussion; it was a notification. His attitude was firm, a direct command, using his actions to suppress her brief defiance.
After they got off the car, Hamish tightly held Elisa’s hand, his lips curling up with a timely smile. The pleasant sunlight made him appear much gentler, reducing his usual harshness and increasing his approachability.
Elisa struggled a bit but couldn’t break free, so she let him lead her. Little did she know that their actions were seen by others as a display of affection between a married couple, one person causing a small quarrel and the other appeasing.
Elisa couldn’t hide her thoughts, and Hamish, as confident as ever, knew that if she refused to go inside, she must be hiding something from him.
Upon hearing the sound of the car, the headmaster hurried out to see. When she saw Elisa, she quickly called the children from the orphanage.
More than ten children gathered around, obediently shouting, “Elisa.”
“These are cakes for you. Take them and share. She bought a lot, so everyone can have one and be full,” Elisa said.
The children were a bit shy and hesitant to take them, so the headmaster ended up distributing the cakes.
The headmaster looked at the man beside Elisa and could tell from their actions, carrying such a big bag while holding hands, that their relationship was not simple.
“Miss Powell, is he…” the headmaster tentatively asked.
Hamish smiled warmly, standing beside Elisa like a husband deeply in love. “I am her husband.”
“Hello, welcome,” the headmaster responded.
Hamish looked at the woman in her forties in front of him and felt satisfied. At first, he thought the headmaster would be a young man.
Now there was no threat. After all, what could a woman and a group of children do?
Elisa squatted down and distributed the cakes from the bag while glancing around. She didn’t see Autumn’s figure.
Although Hamish had restrained his hostility, the air of nobility and intimidation he naturally exuded kept people at a distance. Standing among a group of children, he appeared outstanding.
The headmaster glanced at Hamish multiple times, and each time she looked, she saw his gaze closely following Elisa.
It seemed that the rumors outside were wrong. They said Hamish didn’t love Elisa and that their relationship was bad, but after seeing them today, she didn’t think so.
If Hamish didn’t love Elisa, would he keep staring at her?
The headmaster shook her head inwardly. Autumn would probably feel very disappointed seeing this scene. After all, that fool had been waiting for Elisa for over a month, completely lost in his own world.
Some children were still playing in the yard and hadn’t come over. The remaining cakes would be distributed at lunchtime.
“Mr. Burns, have you had breakfast?” the headmaster asked. It wasn’t even ten o’clock, so she was asking about breakfast.
Hamish coldly replied, “We already ate.”
“It won’t be long before it’s lunchtime. I’ll go prepare the meal. Today, both of you can stay here and eat,” the headmaster suggested.
Hamish frowned. He wasn’t used to dealing with children and even had a bit of dislike for them. But when he thought about it, if the child was Elisa’s, he probably wouldn’t dislike them.
Hamish wanted to refuse, but as he watched Elisa bending down and listening to the children, the rejection on his lips was swallowed.
“Let’s see,” he said.
Was that considered agreeing? This was the first time the headmaster had interacted with Hamish, and though she understood the thoughts of children, she couldn’t understand what this man was thinking.
Autumn was responsible for cooking at the orphanage every day, and the headmaster would pay him a salary every month.
Hamish had just been thinking that there were no other men here, but as soon as he entered the hall, he saw Autumn wearing an apron.
He furrowed his brow, his eyes filled with vigilance. He had a feeling that Elisa was connected to this person. For the first time, he felt a sense of unease.
Autumn immediately locked eyes with Elisa in the crowd. His gaze was intense, and it made Hamish uncomfortable. His previously good mood quickly turned restless.
Autumn called out, “Ellie!” with such familiarity that it made Hamish’s brows furrow even tighter. He had never called Elisa by that name.
Elisa looked at Autumn, who was running towards her. They hadn’t seen each other for a month, and she noticed that Autumn had lost weight but seemed to be in good spirits. His hair had grown slightly longer, resembling a “golden retriever,” and his face was filled with a healing smile. His beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkled like stars.
“You finally came,” Autumn said.
A chill ran down Elisa’s spine, and she knew without turning around that Hamish was staring at her.
Elisa nodded and casually took a cake out of the bag, handing it to Autumn.
Hamish’s gaze followed Elisa’s hand, fixated on the cake. She was giving it to him.
“Who is that man?” he asked in a calm but probing tone.
The headmaster sensed that there might be a misunderstanding and quickly explained, “That’s Autumn. He’s also an orphan who grew up in this orphanage. When he was sent here as a child, he had a head injury that halted his intellectual development at the age of eight. Now he’s twenty-six, and due to his limited intelligence, he couldn’t survive in the outside world, so he stays here and helps with the cooking.”