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But one thing was for certain, nothing bad would ever touch my precious boy again.

Not for as long as I shall live.

CHAPTER 23

LAN

“Do you think he would like yellow?” Katy frowned. “Or should we use blue since boys like blue, right? Did you like blue as a kid, Lan?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t really think much about colors.”

Her frown deepened. “Is that not something boys think about?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

She let out a frustrated sigh. “Maybe we should ask him before we try anything. What if he hates it? I only chose yellow because it’s a happy color.”

“Katy,” I said softly, squeezing her shoulder. “I’m sure he will love anything you do for him, and if he doesn’t like it, we can always change it, okay?”

She stared at me unblinking before she slowly nodded. “Fine.”

I crouched down and hiked the paint can open to reveal the bright sunny-yellow color that Katy picked to paint little Luka’s room.

And she was right—it was a happy color.

After the meeting with Naomi last week, we got all the papers checked and signed. So in three days, Luka would come to stay with us for his initial three-month period, and Katy dove straight into getting his room ready and panicked over every detail.

But it wasn’t like before when she used to nitpick and micro-manage every aspect of her job. This was genuine motherly concern to make sure her child’s needs were met.

Katy coughed, cupping her palm over her mouth as she took a step back.

I dropped the paint lid on the floor and was immediately on her side. “Katy, you okay?”

“Yeah,” her muffled voice said. “It’s the smell. It’s making me nauseous.”

I immediately took hold of her hand and dragged her out of the room.

The wrinkle in her nose still remained as she lowered herself to the couch and I handed her a bottle of ice-cold water.

“Thanks,” she muttered, sipping it slowly.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she leaned back, rubbing the center of her chest.

“K?” My brows furrowed. “You okay? Do I need to call the doctor or something?”

Her bright green eyes blinked at me. “I’m fine. It’s weirdly been happening to me a lot. Some smells just make me want to puke my guts out.”

“Is that normal? How long has it been going on?”

“For a while,” she mumbled, her gaze flickering. “Maybe since that night.”

“What night?”

She didn’t reply, lost in a daze.

“Katy,” I snapped, waving a hand at her face. “What night?”

Panic clouded her eyes as she jerked upright. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

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