Eliza Sutton froze, but her expression softened the mont she saw Emtt Lockwood’s adorable little face. "What are you talking about? I just went shopping with my best friend."
"Best friend? Is she Emtt’s godmother? That’s what they always write in novels—the heroine always asks her best friend to be her child’s godmother."
Eliza Sutton didn’t know how to answer.
She and Eve had made a pact to be godmothers to each other’s children, but Emtt wasn’t her child.
But she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
She was afraid Emtt would cry if she did.
Realizing what she was thinking, Eliza Sutton found herself odd.
Five years in prison had hardened her heart, yet she couldn’t bring herself to hurt this child.
"Emtt Lockwood."
Just then, a deep voice called out.
Eliza Sutton turned to see Erik Irvine pushing Shane Lockwood in.
"Mr. Lockwood," Eliza Sutton greeted.
Shane Lockwood gave a cold nod, his gaze fixed on Emtt Lockwood. "Co here."
"I’m not going over there. I want to stay with Mommy." Emtt Lockwood clung to Eliza Sutton like a little octopus, his face a mask of vigilance, as if Shane Lockwood were not his own father but a vile kidnapper.
He declared forcefully, "Don’t think you can split up Mommy and just because you’re bigger than I am. Dream on!"
Shane Lockwood’s face darkened as he stared at his son’s defiant expression. "I’ll say it one last ti. Get over here!"
Emtt Lockwood ignored him completely, hugging Eliza Sutton’s arm. "Mommy, I haven’t eaten. I’m hungry."
Eliza Sutton imdiately said, "I’ll go to the kitchen and make you sothing. It’ll be ready soon."
"I’ll help Mommy, so you don’t have to work so hard."
’Emtt is such a sweet and considerate child.’
Eliza Sutton couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke Emtt Lockwood’s hair. "Good boy."
Eliza Sutton made noodles with shredded pork and vegetables. Since Emtt Lockwood had a sensitive stomach and it was evening, he needed sothing easy to digest. She also prepared two side dishes, both chosen to be gentle on the stomach.
Emtt Lockwood ca out holding his utensils. "Daddy, ti to eat! Mommy’s food is super yummy."
He said, looking like a hungry little kitten.
"No, thank you." Shane Lockwood’s eyes held a dismissive look.
’Trying to win a man’s heart through his stomach? What a foolish tactic.’
Emtt Lockwood nodded, imdiately returned to the dining room, and announced loudly, "Mommy, Daddy says he’s not eating!"
His little voice was practically buzzing with excitent.
"All right." Eliza Sutton’s tone was even as she served Emtt his food.
"Wow, it slls amazing! Mommy, your noodles are so chewy and delicious, and this stir-fried beef is the best! It’s such a sha Daddy isn’t having any."
Emtt Lockwood’s voice was particularly loud.
Shane Lockwood scoffed. ’Does she really think I’m a child, unable to control myself at the sight of food?’
Just then, Erik Irvine, who was standing to the side, couldn’t help but remark, "The Mistress is quite a good cook. These side dishes look like they were made by a professional chef."
Shane Lockwood shot him a look. "Has this woman bought you off?"
Erik Irvine imdiately lowered his head, trying to make himself invisible.
"Wow, this fish with tomato is delicious! Mommy, I want to have it again tomorrow!"
"Okay."
Eliza Sutton’s gaze was gentle as she helped Emtt Lockwood with his al.
After dinner, she took Emtt Lockwood for a stroll in the garden.
Shane Lockwood watched them leave, incredulous. "Assistant Irvine, did Eliza Sutton just walk off with Emtt Lockwood?"
"Based on the current situation, yes."
"Hah, so full of tricks!" ’Don’t think I don’t know she’s just trying to get my attention with these antics!’
What infuriated Shane Lockwood even more was that, aside from that initial offer, Eliza Sutton hadn’t invited him to eat again.
Erik Irvine said cautiously, "President Lockwood, you must be hungry. I can have the kitchen prepare sothing for you."
"There’s no need." With a stony expression, Shane Lockwood commanded, "Take back to my room."
「...」
Eliza Sutton played with Emtt Lockwood in the garden for a while. Her original plan was to take him back to his room and then conveniently crash there for the night.
’Emtt is adorable, cute, and a sweet-talker—so much better than Shane Lockwood.’
However, her plan was quickly thwarted. Mrs. Chandler appeared out of nowhere, beaming. "Mistress, you must be tired. Please, leave the Little Young Master to . You should go back to your room and see the Young Master."
Eliza Sutton said, "Mr. Lockwood returned with his assistant. He’s probably busy."
"Assistant Irvine has already left. The Young Master is all alone in the room. Mistress, I’m rooting for you!"
Eliza Sutton was speechless.
’You really don’t have to,’ she thought.
Just as she was about to say sothing more, Mrs. Chandler had already whisked Emtt Lockwood away.
When Eliza Sutton returned to the room, Shane Lockwood was in the middle of a video conference, speaking fluent, elegant French that was a pleasure to listen to.
Eliza Sutton glanced over once before heading to the walk-in closet. She was stunned by the selection of nightgowns she found inside.
Her simple cotton pajamas had been discarded, replaced by an array of sheer, flimsy garnts. Eliza hooked a finger through the delicate fabric. ’Never thought Mrs. Chandler would be such an expert on these things.’
She didn’t dwell on it, choosing a black nightgown and finding a shawl to drape over her shoulders.
By the ti she erged from the walk-in closet, Shane Lockwood had ended his video conference. Several files were scattered on the floor.
As she drew closer, she saw the bold title on the cover: *Azure Dragon Bay Tender Docunt*.
The very thing the Sutton Family coveted most.
Eliza Sutton bent down and picked up the files.
A dark gleam flickered in the eyes of Shane Lockwood, who was engrossed in his work. Just as he was wondering what she would do, she walked over and placed the files on his desk.
"These are confidential. It wouldn’t do for to accidentally see what’s inside."
"Oh?" Shane Lockwood raised a brow. "Why not? Don’t the Suttons want this very badly?"
"Yes, the Sutton Family wants it very badly." Eliza Sutton was completely nonchalant. "But what does that have to do with ?"
Shane Lockwood laughed. "Clever girl. Now go, run my bath and help wash."
Eliza Sutton didn’t refuse. She’d given him sponge baths before, after all. ’What’s the difference between him being unconscious and him being awake?’
’No difference between unconscious and awake?’
She was quickly proven wrong.
An unconscious Shane Lockwood was alluring, but he lacked vitality, like an exquisite but lifeless doll. An awake Shane Lockwood, however, was magnificent. The simple act of him leaning back in the bathtub was enough to conjure an image of pure, living sensuality.
Eliza Sutton felt a nosebleed coming on.
She dug her nails into the pressure point on her hand, forcing herself to calm down.
’If I actually get a nosebleed, I’ll die of embarrassnt.’
Shane Lockwood noticed her flitting gaze and sneered, "So, you’re finally showing your true colors, Eliza Sutton. I knew you were up to no good, that you had designs on ."
Eliza Sutton felt utterly wronged. "When have I ever been up to no good or had designs on you?"
’I’ve been so professional while bathing him, I haven’t even touched an inch of his skin!’
"Do you need to remind you how you kissed and groped while I was unconscious?"
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