Danielle doubted he could ever be so generous.
She said nothing, simply turned and walked away.
After trimming the hedges, Alexander put down the shears and followed her inside.
Danielle was sitting on the couch, chatting warmly with her grandmother, who held Danielle’s hand and peppered her with questions and affectionate greetings.
It had been a while since they last met, so the atmosphere was lively.
Paula Davidson sat nearby, scrolling through her phone, and let out a faint hum. “Grandma, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was your real granddaughter.”
Her grandmother shot Paula a look. “Dani is my real granddaughter.”
Paula arched an eyebrow. “Well, I hope no one questions our family’s morals. If she’s your granddaughter, what does that make Alex?”
Just then, Alexander strolled in from outside, setting the shears on a side table. “I’m the grandson-in-law.”
That line drew a wide, delighted smile from the old woman.
She glanced at Alexander, feigning annoyance. “At least you know your place.”
Danielle lowered her gaze, a faint smile flickering across her lips.
She didn’t care about this little episode, nor did she take anything Alexander said to heart.
He’d say whatever it took to make Grandma happy—he always had.
Paula’s mouth twitched, and she finally let out a cold laugh. “Keep spoiling them, Grandma.”
Let them keep up their charade. She wondered how long this perfect couple could keep pretending.
“Mommy!” Raffy came bounding down the stairs, his eyes lighting up when he spotted Danielle.
Danielle smiled faintly but didn’t respond.
Alexander glanced at Danielle, his expression unreadable, eyes lingering on her a moment longer before he looked away.
Danielle’s silence didn’t bother Raffy in the slightest; he happily busied himself with his toys.
They’d taught Raffy well—at home, he’d call Millie “mom,” but in front of others, he always called Danielle “mommy.” That little facade was kept perfectly intact.
At dinner, Danielle and Alexander sat side by side, as Grandma always liked to nudge them together.
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