I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 303 God?

Before she could even step back, the door opened.

Dante stood there—already dressed in a black shirt that fit perfectly, the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. His hair was still damp, as though he had just washed his face, and the faint scent of his cologne drifted in the air—dark, fresh, and faintly intoxicating.

For a moment, Alina simply froze.

Her mind went blank and then immediately filled with panic. Oh no... Aunt Lyla! What if she sees him dressed like that? How am I supposed to explain where he got his clothes?!

Her expression must have said it all because Dante’s lips curved slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"You can tell her," he said calmly, his deep voice smooth and steady, "that I keep emergency clothes in my car."

Alina blinked, her mouth parting in surprise. "I—wait, how did you—"

But her words faltered when she met his gaze. He was still watching her quietly, his green eyes glimmering faintly under the morning light. The way he looked at her made it impossible to think straight.

Dante followed Alina down to the dining room, his gaze quietly tracing the graceful sway of her steps as she moved ahead of him. The soft fabric of her light orange dress hugged her frame perfectly—something he couldn’t help but notice. Most of the time, Alina wore loose, modest clothes that hid her figure, but today... it was different. The color brought out the warmth in her skin, and the fit outlined her curves delicately. Perfect, he thought, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Downstairs, the house smelled of fresh coffee and toast. Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the dining table where Aunt Lyla was already waiting, cheerful and bright.

"Oh, Mr. Dante!" she said warmly the moment she saw him. "I’ve prepared breakfast for you. Please, sit! You must be starving after such a long night."

Dante smiled politely and nodded, settling into the chair she pulled out for him. "Thank you, Mrs. Lyla."

Alina, still flustered from earlier, sat opposite him, nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Aunty, where’s Georgia?" she asked, glancing toward the empty kitchen doorway.

Aunt Lyla chuckled, clearly amused. "Oh, that sweet child is still sleeping like a baby! She woke up early this morning and did something—what did she call it? Traditional healing work! It felt like a mix of acupressure and something else... I can’t even explain it properly!"

Her face lit up as she spoke, and Alina noticed right away that her aunt’s skin looked radiant, her cheeks rosy, her entire aura brighter and lighter.

"Really, Aunt?!" Alina exclaimed with a smile. "You look younger! And your skin—it’s glowing! You look even more beautiful than before."

Aunt Lyla laughed softly, a shy blush spreading across her face. "Oh, stop it, Lina. You’ll make me believe it."

But it was true. Even Dante noticed the difference. Her complexion seemed healthier, her movements livelier, her voice lighter than before.

"I don’t know what she did," Lyla went on excitedly, "but I felt like I was floating the whole time. All that tiredness, the heaviness in my body—it’s gone. I feel light, free, and..." She paused with a small laugh. "Honestly, I feel twenty years younger."

Alina smiled, touched. "That’s incredible, Aunt. You look so happy."

"I am happy," Lyla said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "For the first time in years, I feel whole again. All that bitterness, the hurt, the loneliness... it’s gone. I finally feel like myself."

She reached out and gently squeezed Alina’s hand. "I want to live again, Lina. I want to be here for Ethan, for your mother, for you. I want to laugh more, take care of my family, and enjoy life while I can."

The sincerity in her words made Alina’s chest tighten, her eyes stinging softly. "You already do so much for everyone," she said quietly.

Lyla smiled through the tears in her eyes. "And now I’ll do it with a happier heart."

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Aunt Lyla bustled about the kitchen with infectious cheer, the smell of toasted bread and freshly brewed coffee filling the air. She set a basket of crisp toast on the table, then returned with steaming mugs and a plate of golden-brown pancakes glistening with butter.

"Come, come! Eat before it gets cold," she said happily, setting everything in front of Dante as if he were her long-lost son. "You need strength for the day ahead!"

Alina sat beside him, still feeling the faint warmth on her cheeks from earlier. She reached for a cup of coffee, trying not to glance at Dante but of course she did. Her aunt had already piled his plate high with toast, eggs, fruit, and even added a slice of pie "for extra energy."

"Eat more, dear," Lyla said kindly, pressing another pancake onto his plate. "You’re far too thin for a man your age."

The room went quiet for half a second.

Then three pairs of lips twitched at once—Dante’s, Alina’s, and Ethan’s.

Thin?

From which angle did this tall, broad-shouldered man, whose black shirt stretched perfectly across his chest and arms, seem thin?

Ethan nearly choked on his coffee, quickly hiding his grin behind his cup. Alina pressed her lips together to stop a laugh, her eyes flicking toward Dante, who sat there politely, pretending to accept the comment like an obedient schoolboy.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lyla," he said softly, his tone calm as ever, though the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Aunt Lyla beamed. "No need for thanks, child! You’re like a god to me—you gave Alina such a wonderful job, and you even brought that perfect healer for us. I’ll make sure you leave this house with a full stomach, you hear me?"

Dante froze for a moment. God?

If only she knew.

Alina bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Aunty, you can call him Dante," she said quickly, glancing at him. "He doesn’t like being called ’sir’ or ’Mr. Dante’ all the time."

Lyla waved her hand with a smile. "Ah, fine then—Dante. But in this house, you’ll eat properly."