Chapter 3 Could This Really Just Be A Coincidence

Kiera Katherine Fowler!

Kiera Fowler was the maiden name of his wife.

Something flickered in Colton's eyes.

"Are there any photos of Katherine available?"

"No, Vista Group is very protective of Katherine. Despite my efforts to secure a visual through various channels, I've been unable to obtain any. Rumor has it she's quite striking."

Alaric had been taken aback by the thought of a globally acclaimed female car designer, especially one noted for her beauty. It was uncommon to find women leading in the predominantly male car design industry.

It seemed somewhat doubtful, didn't it?

Indeed, how could a woman possibly be interested in cars?

Colton paid no mind to Alaric's internal skepticism. He continued to gaze at the name Kiera Katherine Fowler on the document, his eyes narrowing slightly, his thoughts unreadable. His fingers tapped a steady beat on the desk, filling the office with a charged silence.

"Mr. Sutton..."

"I will pick her up from the airport myself," Colton said decisively, his eyes sparking with a rare intensity.

Kiera Fowler...

Could this really just be a coincidence that the name matched so precisely?

Five years had passed since the fire, and despite the inferno's ferocity, which the police claimed could have incinerated Kiera's body, Colton never accepted that she was truly gone.

Now, intriguingly, Katherine shared the name Kiera Fowler!

He couldn't wait to meet this enigmatic designer.

Alaric was briefly taken aback. It had been years since Colton had personally picked anyone up from the airport, but he quickly regained his composure and set off to arrange it.

As Colton arrived at the airport, Kiera's plane had just touched down.

She walked through the security gate, her suitcase in tow. Her long, wavy brown hair and striking appearance caught the eyes of onlookers. Accompanying her was a young boy in white, his delicate skin and fluttering long eyelashes drawing admiring glances. He wore his baseball cap backward and savored a lollipop, strolling nonchalantly beside Kiera. His relaxed air contrasted with his captivating eyes, which bore a distinctive upward tilt, making others think twice before approaching.

"Archer, we're in Freley now, not Claklas. Lose the attitude and stick close," Kiera said, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness at her son's aloof demeanor.

Archer Fowler, Kiera's son, increasingly mirrored Colton's traits. Kiera sometimes marveled at the undeniable influence of genetics, though she secretly wished Archer would reflect more of her characteristics.

"Mommy, did I do something wrong?"

Archer's innocent shrug was laced with a hint of mischief.

Kiera laughed lightly and tapped his forehead gently. "Don't think you can use that charm on me. I know you too well. Just remember, now that we're in Freley, I expect you to stay out of trouble, understood?"

"Don't worry. I'm just here to see where you grew up. You're here for work, and I promise I won't cause any problems. Why do you look at me like I'm the opposition, Mommy?"

Archer's lips formed a pout, his expression one of mild annoyance.

Kiera playfully tousled his hair. "I have to keep reminding you because of your clever antics. Come on, let's get out of here. I'll call Charlee and see if we can crash at her place for a few days."

"Okay."

Archer's smile turned radiant, and he grasped Kiera's hand as they made their way out.

Just then, Archer's gaze was drawn to a figure in the distance.

The man's features and the cold aura he exuded were startlingly familiar. It was almost like he was looking into a mirror.

Was that Colton? The man who was supposedly his father?

Archer stole a look at Kiera, who was preoccupied with finding a contact in her phone, and suddenly grabbed his stomach.

"Mommy, my stomach's hurting badly. I need the restroom!"

Kiera's attention snapped to Archer as he bent over, his face reddening and his legs squirming as if he was in urgent need.

"I'll come with you."

She moved to lift him, but he took off running.

"It's urgent, Mommy! I can manage. Just wait here; I'll be quick."

Archer bolted away with surprising speed.

Kiera watched him go, a fond smile on her face, then turned her attention back to her phone.

"Charlee, it's Kiera. I've just arrived."

She was calling Charlee Quinn, a dear friend from years ago. Despite the time apart, their friendship had remained strong. Charlee, now a kindergarten teacher, was delighted to hear from Kiera.

"Where are you? I can take some time off to come get you. Are you still at the airport?"

Charlee was overjoyed.

"There's no need for you to come get us. Archer and I will just grab a taxi to your place," Kiera said as she walked. Unaware of her surroundings, she accidentally collided with someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there," Kiera said as she glanced up, only to be struck motionless.

It was him!

Colton!

Indeed, fate often reunites people in the most unexpected ways!