Chapter 667

The sight of such a young child wearing such a serious expression drew warm chuckles from the shop's staff. The little boy seemed completely unfazed by the amused glances around him. He continued to furrow his brow in an oddly mature manner, as if deeply contemplating what flavors his other family members might prefer. Bran observed the boy, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. There was something undeniably charming about the child—perhaps it was his striking good looks—that made Bran feel an instinctive fondness. When the cakes were finally ready, there were two big boxes in total. The boy froze, staring blankly at the stack of desserts, clearly at a loss for how to carry them all. Bran chuckled softly. "Need a hand, kiddo?" A boy this young wouldn’t have come alone—especially not dressed in custom-tailored clothes that spoke of wealth. Yet, for some reason, he hadn’t brought anyone inside with him. Hauling all those cakes to the car would be a challenge. Sure, the boy could m