Chapter 529: Arabelle?

However, the amusement was short-lived because a few steps later, the little girl turned around and said shyly," But I think you are a good one, Mister Gabriel. So, I'll tell you my name. I am Arabelle."

Gabe's complexion drained of color upon hearing the name, his heart sinking like a stone. Jack, who had been silently observing, nearly choked on his juice. He shot a glance at Gabe's pallid face and muttered under his breath. "Damn it! What cruel twist of fate is this?"

The little girl, noticing their reactions but not understanding them, puckered her lips and fixed her gaze on Gabe. "Aren't you going to say I have a pretty name? Everyone always says that."

Jack exchanged a quick glance with Gabe, then cleared his throat, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Well, Arabelle, it's a lovely name, no doubt about that. Now, why don't I take you back to where you cam from before those pancakes go bad? I am Jack by the way."