She didn’t mention living off-campus, afraid that it might worry Aurora Cooper.

The mother and daughter chatted a bit, and then Aurora wistfully asked, "Have you called your dad in the past few days?"

"Um." Mia Ginger was caught off guard and mumbled, "I forgot."

Aurora chuckled softly and reminded her, "He was complaining to me on the phone yesterday, saying his daughter doesn’t care about him at all, not even a call in days."

"I thought he was busy with work." Mia laughed.

"Even a busy man has time for his daughter’s call." Aurora chided gently.

"Alright, I’ll give him a call."

"Okay."

Aurora hung up, and Mia called Aiden Jiang.

Father and daughter chatted on the phone for a while, then Mia suddenly thought of Old Master Jackson and asked, "Dad, do you have Grandpa Jackson’s phone number?"

"Why?" Aiden asked, "I do."

"Then please send it to my phone later. I want to give him a call to say hi." Mia smiled faintly.

"Got it."

Aiden hung up and sent over the Jackson Residence’s landline number.

After making the call, Mia felt frustrated.

While talking with Old Master Jackson, somehow she ended up agreeing to go home with Koa Jackson over the weekend.

What an awkward position.

She hadn’t expected Old Master Jackson to be so endearing.

Koa hasn’t been home to see me lately, and even calls are few. His heart no longer has room for this old man, he said pitiably over the phone, and in a soft moment, she agreed to accompany him back.

Of course, she knew the reason Koa was aloof, it was because of that child.

Zane Jackson’s child, nicknamed Joel, had entered the Jackson family and was now renamed Jax Jackson.

From the name alone, you can tell he’s the same generation as Koa Jackson, how could he accept that?

Considering their ages, it seemed more fitting for that child to be his son.

His son?

Mia suddenly realized that his son would also be her son.

One she’d have to give birth to.

Feeling overwhelmed, she pushed her cart through the supermarket, blushing without even realizing why.

First, to the hygiene section.

Her period was always irregular, but given her recent mood swings, it seemed like it was coming.

Better to stock up on tissues at home.

Mia bit her lip with this thought, browsing along the rows at the edge, looking for her regular brand, when her phone rang in her pocket—it was Koa Jackson.

"Where are you?" Koa had just finished work, delighted at the thought of seeing her soon.

"Waiting for you at home." Mia laughed and replied.

She didn’t mention being at the supermarket alone, feeling it might earn her a lecture.

That answer pleased Koa Jackson, and he softly said, "Good."

"Okay, drive safely."

"Alright."

Koa Jackson smiled slightly and hung up the phone.

Next to him, Felix Lopez peered over, raising an eyebrow and teasing, "Your little wife?"

Koa’s smile faded a bit, "Mm."

Clearly happy, yet trying to look serious, tsk tsk, this guy...

Felix Lopez was bemused.

At that moment—

Mia glanced at her phone and then stuffed it in her pocket.

That’s when she heard a loud thud; her cart had hit someone, and in the next moment, the man placed a hand on the shelf, causing several packs of pads to tumble down.

Mia turned beet red looking at the man.

The man was equally stunned staring back at her.

In his thirty years of life, Frank Holland had never encountered such a situation before.

Of course—

He had certainly picked up some sanitary pads for Josephine Holland before, but being collided into at the sanitary pad aisle, causing such embarrassment, was indeed a first.

Especially—

What was with this girl’s expression?

The guilt lingered for a second, then her face suddenly turned red, her almond eyes gazing at him as if he had some peculiar hobby.

Mia liked to daydream, which is commonly known as over-imagination.

Typically, writers had this habit, always thinking outside the box.

She looked at Frank Holland, instinctively sizing him up.

The man was tall and commanding, wearing a sleek black suit that appeared high quality, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs—he looked like another clothes model similar to Koa Jackson and his friends.

But—

He was different in some ways.

The man’s glossy black hair was slicked back with pomade, also known as a slicked-back style, with a full forehead, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge with thin lips curved underneath, giving off a should-be aloof and somewhat unapproachable vibe, but standing by the feminine hygiene goods shelf, it felt extremely peculiar.

Someone once said, didn’t they?

Men with this hairstyle tend to give off a flamboyant, confident, successful aura.

Mia looked at him and suddenly thought, this man didn’t seem flamboyant at all.

Because—

Under her scrutinizing gaze, the man’s earlobes were gradually turning red, for some unknowable reason.

Was it because she was looking at him?

Comprehending belatedly, Mia quickly glanced away, apologizing, "I’m sorry, I was on the phone and wasn’t paying attention when I bumped into you. Let me clean this up for you."

"Mm." The man’s deep voice was slightly rich.

And then—

He reached out to grab three packs of pads from the shelf and walked toward his cart.

Mia: "..."