Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Every Cell is Restless Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Every Cell is Restless Brandon Piers looked at the little chubby boy’s troubled expression and sighed softly. “I told you to let go, not to give up. If you can balance your ti, that would be best. If not, you must trust that others can take good care of Teddy. But you’ll always be his mother. That won’t change.”
“But today…”
“Of course, he won’t get used to not seeing you at night suddenly. He’ll gradually adapt. The boys in the Piers family aren’t that delicate.” Brandon interrupted Abigail.
But Abigail still felt uneasy. She understood this reasoning, but if Teddy couldn’t adapt initially, how could she?
Besides, there was another worry in her heart. What if Teddy no longer relied on her?
Would she then not be as important to him?
Sotis it’s not necessarily the child who needs the mother; the mother might need the child too.
At this mont, with these conflicting feelings, Abigail began to understand her grandfather’s mood when she left the country for Yale.
It’s tough to empathize with others’ choices and emotions unless you’ve experienced them yourself.
“If you really can’t let it go, then just visit that old man less and co ho early. Don’t overthink things.” Brandon saw Abigail’s somber mood and added dissatisfiedly.
Abigail was amused. “If Grandpa Smith cos over here in the future, would you mind?”
“Hmph, as long as he keeps his promise and doesn’t hit or scold people, I don’t care. But if he breaks it, that’s another story.” Brandon didn’t know how Abigail got along with that old man in her past life, but he felt he wouldn’t have been able to endure it.
“Got it.” Abigail said seriously. She didn’t want Teddy to be scolded or hit frequently. Those old-fashioned thods might work, but the internal trauma they caused kids was irreversible.
As for choosing between taking care of Teddy and focusing on her studies, Abigail suddenly realized she was worrying unnecessarily. The little guy might rely on her now, but soon he’d have his own little life and friends. She couldn’t always be by his side.
And she actually worried about her sophomore coursework—that was truly silly.
She had forgotten she was no longer Dr. Smith, always busy and overwheld, but a relaxed sophomore student. The cardiovascular curriculum was just child’s play to her now.
When you can’t figure things out, the whole sky seems gloomy. But once you do, everything becos easier. After finishing her last bite, Abigail went into the bathroom.
After a simple wash, she ca out to find that not only had Brandon not left, but he had also fallen asleep beside Teddy. His long legs stretched to the end of the bed, facing Teddy. The side of his face, illuminated by the bedside lamp, looked particularly refined.
Abigail swallowed, looking at the serene, sleeping man. She didn’t know what to do for a mont.
It took a while before Abigail tore her gaze from Brandon’s face, mustering the courage to softly call his na. “Brandon, Brandon…”
“The other side can’t fit you? Go to sleep.” Brandon was woken up, a bit annoyed, pointing to Teddy’s other side, then closed his eyes again.
Abigail, “…”
Stunned!
Her freshly washed face, still a little flushed, echoed the words ‘can’t fit you.’
Can’t fit… can’t fit… huh?
So this man planned to sleep here tonight. This…
How could she feel comfortable with that?
Abigail bit her lip, wanting to ask if he really wasn’t going back to his room. But the man had already closed his eyes and dozed off again.
After dallying by the bedside for about a minute, Abigail slowly moved to the other side and lay next to Teddy.
Thus, little Teddy experienced for the first ti sleeping between mom and dad—reaching the peak of his young life.
But compared to Teddy, who slept quietly and unaware, Abigail tossed and turned.
Especially since she could see that incomparably handso face whenever she looked up, she could even hear his faint breathing and count his eyelashes, feeling the warmth of his exhalation.
How could she sleep like this?
After all, she was an adult woman. With such a man sleeping beside her, Abigail felt every cell in her body was restless.
She couldn’t help but wonder why she never felt this way about her senior before?
It could even be called desire.
Could it be that she was thinking this way because she was older now?
The more Abigail thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. Finally, she found a reason: this damn man was too seductive. In the restaurant during the day, he fed her secretly in public, scratched her palm, and said things that made her mind wander—it was all his fault.
She seed to lie quietly beside the big and the small, but in reality, her head was rushing through a storm.
This inner conflict finally ended when Abigail, too tired to keep her eyes open, drifted off to sleep.
However, because of this turmoil, Abigail was so exhausted that it felt like she had just fallen asleep when the little one in her arms began to whimper. She lifted her top in a daze without opening her eyes and moved her body toward the little head. When she felt the little one latch on, she closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
Halfway through, Abigail felt sothing was wrong. She suddenly opened her eyes to see the man asleep next to her had woken up at so point and was watching her intently.
His gaze was so intense that Abigail felt burned by it. Then, with a start, her sleepiness evaporated, and she realized what was happening. She glanced down to see Teddy happily suckling her milk, and her mouth opened as if to say sothing, but she didn’t know what to say. She just felt her body warming under the man’s gaze.
The room was very quiet. Quiet enough to hear Teddy’s nursing sounds; it only made the atmosphere between them more ambiguous.
Abigail swallowed and finally thought of sothing. She hurriedly pulled her shirt back down.
But as soon as she did, Teddy beca unhappy, his feeding interrupted. He was very displeased and pawed at her clumsily. Abigail had no choice but to lift her shirt again and pull the quilt up.
Then she heard the man’s hoarse voice. “Don’t bother covering up. I’ve seen everything that should and shouldn’t be seen.”
“You…”
Brandon’s words made Abigail even more embarrassed. Her bright eyes glared at him, but she didn’t realize that her coy glare only made Brandon’s suppressed desire burn even hotter.
With the little one happily feeding, Brandon’s nose was filled with the scent of her milk. Because they were so close, he only had to lift his hand to touch her.
This was sheer torture.
Abigail made a sound but didn’t know what to say. The air beca even more awkwardly silent. Besides the sounds of Teddy nursing, they could hear each other’s increasingly unsteady breathing.
“Abigail…”
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