The Single Mom Next Door

A stunning young mother who had just given birth moved in next door. Overwhelmed by physical discomfort, she took the initiative to knock on my door, seeking my help...

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A stunning young woman moved in next door—voluptuous figure, with a newborn baby in tow.

At first, I assumed a woman with a child must be married.

But on moving day, her husband never showed up.

Since we were neighbors, and it wasn’t easy for a single mother to handle everything alone, I offered to help her move.

After a few back-and-forths, we got acquainted.

That’s when I learned her name was Isabella Roscente, and she had moved here alone.

She admitted that without my help, she wouldn’t have managed everything by herself.

To thank me, she insisted I stay for dinner.

Since she had just moved in, there wasn’t much food in the house. She was about to go grocery shopping, but I stopped her.

Jokingly, I said, “No need. Just make me some noodles.”

Isabella didn’t catch the innuendo. “Alright, I’ll go cook for you now.”

She changed into loungewear and tied on an apron.

Her full figure stretched the fabric, making the cartoon bunny print on the apron stand out prominently.

As she stirred the wok, her curves swayed, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Maybe my gaze was too intense—she suddenly turned and caught me staring.

“What are you looking at?” she huffed.

I coughed awkwardly and looked away.

Just then, the baby started crying.

Since Isabella was busy, I stepped in to hold the child.

A little girl, smelling sweetly of milk.

For some reason, the memory of Isabella’s swaying figure flashed in my mind.

Heat rushed to my head.

But I quickly cursed myself—What kind of sicko thinks like that in front of a baby?

I focused on soothing her instead.

Yet the crying only grew louder. For such a tiny thing, her wails pierced straight through my eardrums.