After listening to her friend's exclamation, Julie smiled happily. “That little girl is not Mr. Johnson’s daughter.”

“Not his daughter?” The friend was surprised. “But it looks like this handsome guy is very concerned about this little girl.”

“He’s her guardian, so of course, he’s concerned about the child in his care,” Julie explained, and her words sounded very reasonable. She looked at Fabian's back as he entered the burger shop, a smile appearing on the corners of her lips. “Mr. Johnson is