The warm yellow streetlights in the neighborhood stretched Archer Quinn's shadow out long, giving it a somewhat blurred and distorted appearance.
Bella Acker didn't understand why he suddenly stopped while walking, and just stared at him in a daze.
Archer Quinn also gazed at her, and after a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.
"Bella..."
"Hmm?" Bella was puzzled, "Senior Quinn, what's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"
"No." Archer Quinn continued to look at her, his voice that initially sounded a bit tense gradually softened, "Bella, would you let me be the father of the child in your belly?"
"?" Bella was a bit taken aback, "Senior Quinn, you want to be the godfather?"
Actually, she already vaguely sensed something else, but subconsciously chose to ignore it.
Archer shook his head, "Not a godfather, just a father. Bella, I want to take care of you. Would you allow me to take care of you?"
