With that. Timothy promptly ended the call, leaving Caleb with no chance to inquire further.


    Setting his phone down, Timothy turned to Ginger, unable to resist lightly poking her round face.


    “What’s your mommy’s name?”


    “Mister, my mom says I can’t just tell anyone her name or her phone number.”


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    Timothy raised an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”


    “Because she has too many admirers: Mommy doesn’t want to be disturbed.”


    Upon hearing this, Timothy’s impression of Ginger’s mother shifted negatively. She seemed to be a


    woman who enjoyed dating around.


    He cleared his throat and asked, “And what’s your name?”


    “I’m Ginger, four years old, and I’m a Taurus. My favorite foods include ice cream, fruit candies.


    marshmallows, fudge, chocte, and tiramisu!” Ginger replied, barely pausing for breath.


    Timothy arched an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you keep that to yourself?”


    “But Mister, you’re a nice person.”


    Timothy couldn’t shake the suspicion that Ginger was deliberately bringing up her love for sweets.


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    Her Taurus nature exined why she had handed him a hundred dors for the ride earlier.


    As Timothy looked down at the affectionate Ginger beside him, he couldn’t help but notice her chubby


    face with dimples reminiscent of Mia’s.


    He pursed his lips and asked, “Do you look like your mommy?”


    Ginger shook her head. “I take after my daddy.”


    Timothy couldn’t resist pinching her cheek. “Who taught you to talk so much nonsense?”


    It seemed Ginger hadn’t spoken a single truthful word.


    Despite her clear resemnce to her mother, she stubbornly insisted that she looked like her father!


    In truth, she bore no resemnce to Caleb whatsoever.


    Even Timothy started considering the possibility that Caleb might not be Ginger’s biological father after


    all


    Moreover, there were cases where individuals shared the same name.


    Ginger couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “My mommy says it’s not safe to be too honest outside, or bad


    people might snatch you!”


    “Your mommy taught you that?”


    “Not exactly. My mommy always taught me to tell the truth. I just sort of figured this out on my own.


    When I talk silly, it confuses the bad guys, like on TV.”


    Timothy couldn’t suppress a chuckle: Ginger seemed quite intriguing.


    He nced at Heath. “Could you arrange for the hotel to send some food up? Oh, and some extra


    snacks


    too.”


    Ginger’s eyes brightened, and she spoke in a sweet tone. “Thank you, kind mister, my tummy happens


    to


    be hungry.”


    Before long, a hotel staff member rolled a small cart over, filled with snacks that children enjoyed.


    Ginger sat up eagerly, her gaze fixed on the treats, even licking her lips in anticipation.


    Timothy grinned. “Feel free to dig in.”


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    Ginger reached for a pastry but hesitated briefly. “Kind mister, I’ll just have one, okay?”


    “Help yourself to as many as you’d like.”


    Ginger couldn’t resist approaching and taking a slice of cake, holding it delicately as she nibbled


    obediently, reminiscent of a small squirrel.


    Timothy sat back on the sofa with Ginger beside him, holding onto the cake box. Her neatly braided


    pigtails were slightly undone, with wisps of hair framing her small ears.


    Timothy observed silently as she indulged in the cake, frosting quickly adorning her nose and cheeks,


    giving her a kitten–like appearance.


    As a bit of a neat freak, Timothy felt a bit uneasy seeing the frosting on her face.


    He casually passed her a wet wipe. “Here, clean up a bic


    Looking up at him, Ginger’s smile was radiant, her almond–shaped eyes narrowing slightly into a line.