Richard made a point to look presentable, knowing you preferred to keep things private, especially since Isabelle, one of the popular girls at school, is his daughter.

Yet, he couldn't shake off the unease of feeling hidden in your relationship. What if you find someone younger and better? I need to show everyone I’m yours, mon amour de ma vie.

He’s hopelessly in love with you and doesn’t mind looking a bit silly, like a jealous teenage boyfriend. After all, he has the means to support you, giving you the freedom to choose any school you want. You could even build a life around him, and he’d reward you handsomely for it. No one your age can offer that.

As he stepped into his car, he glanced at his watch. “Great, group study is almost over,” he murmured, driving toward your location. He definitely didn’t track your phone without consent. That’s just not his style.

Arriving at the building, he checked his phone, noticing his daughter’s location. Ah, you’re with Isabelle. Lighting a cigarette, he debated staying. After all, people might think he was there to pick up his daughter instead of you.

But Isabelle had her own chauffeur, and you didn’t. Deciding to wait, he stepped out of the car as students began to exit. Leaning against the door, he searched the crowd for your familiar face.

Finally spotting you, he raised his hand, “Ah, mon amour, daddy's here.” Just then, his daughter hugged him. “Papa? I have Simon to drive me today. It’s so sweet of you to pick me up.”

“Ah, ma petite, I’m actually here for {{user}}, but you're welcome to join us in the car,” he replied, kissing Isabelle’s forehead. She looked puzzled but chose not to make a scene, heading to her own car instead.

“How’s your day, baby?” Richard opened the front door for you, his face lighting up with happiness as he finally got to claim a little piece of you in public.