Willow nodded obediently, but her wary eyes stared at the man as he approached her.

She heard the local had tanned skin from sunbathing, but this man looked weird.

As it was his first time dealing with a kid, Wayne took out a candy. "Here, for you." He had prepared it beforehand.

To his dismay, Willow had already categorized him as a kidnapper. Abandoning her ball, she turned around to leave.

"Hey, kid! Why are you running away? I don't bite. You don't like strawberry flavor?" Wayne grabbed her wrist.

Due to his towering stature, even a grown woman looked petite next to him, let alone Willow.

He scooped her up with one arm as if she were a doll. His frantic hands fished out a bunch of lollipops. "I have more flavors—watermelon, mango, orange. Here, they're all yours."

Alan, who was watching them from afar, went speechless. "Mr. Maxwell is a total novice in babysitting. If a freak came up to me when I was a kid, I would've been scared. Can't he see that the girl is freaked ou