Ethan Grant’s residence.
Yvette Aston hid under the quilt, her heart racing.
She could almost hear the sound of her own heartbeat.
The closer Ethan got, the more flustered she beca.
The light under the quilt dimd, and Yvette nervously clenched her hands; she knew Ethan had turned off the lights.
The bedside sleep lamp gradually dimd, and Yvette’s heart was in her throat.
"Do you like to sleep with your head covered?"
Ethan’s voice was so pleasant that Yvette’s heart beat wildly.
Gathering her courage, Yvette poked her head out of the quilt, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and cautiously looked at Ethan.
Ethan lay beside her, his voice low and deep. "Go to sleep."
Perhaps the bed was too big, as Yvette and Ethan were quite far apart, both of them quiet, not uttering another word.
Ethan truly didn’t touch her, letting her quietly fall asleep.
Feeling the breathing beside her beco even, Ethan turned to look at Yvette, watching for a long ti.
Actually, he had never imagined that one day, he would share the bed and pillow with a woman.
There were tis when won tried every ans to lie in his bed, yet he only felt disgusted.
Now, he was filled with anticipation, looking forward to the expression in her eyes when she awakened to see him in the morning.
"Are you asleep?" Ethan asked softly.
Yvette didn’t move, apparently deeply asleep.
"Completely unguarded," Ethan laughed helplessly, lifting a hand to gently stroke Yvette’s hair.
Yvette was very beautiful, the kind of person you’d rember at a glance in a crowd.
Her high nose bridge, eyes deep yet cold.
Ethan still rembered the way Yvette looked when she danced as the White Swan on stage years ago...
Perhaps even at that fleeting encounter, Yvette imprinted on his heart.
But he hadn’t realized it.
Later, he t many won, but none as breathtaking as she once was.
...
The next morning, Yvette woke up, opening her eyes to find herself curled up in Ethan’s embrace.
Too afraid to move, Yvette shivered.
She glanced back at her pillow.
This enormous bed, and she and Ethan barely occupied a third of it.
Ethan was almost at the edge of the bed.
Feeling guilty, Yvette clenched her hands, not knowing she had a habit of curling into others’ arms while sleeping.
"Awake?" Ethan woke up to find Yvette nestled in his arms, motionless, and asked with a smile.
It turns out, waking up to see soone you yearn to see really is a wonderful feeling.
This was a warmth Ethan had never experienced before.
"Mr... Mr. Grant, sorry," Yvette stamred, quickly got up, dressed, washed, and began to make breakfast.
Ethan also got up, went to the bathroom, and found Yvette had already squeezed his toothpaste.
Lowering his gaze with a smile, Ethan haphazardly ran his hand through his hair.
So this is what a ho feels like...
In the past, no matter where he lived, it was just a place to stay for Ethan.
But now, it felt lively and warm.
"Sumrs, did you brush your teeth properly?" Yvette was making breakfast, hurriedly managing Sumrs.
Sumrs wasn’t tall enough to reach the wash area of the room.
Ethan walked down in casual clothes, his hair tousled in the morning light, the beige ho wear adding a touch of warmth to his face.
Different from the icy deanor in suits, this Ethan seed more approachable.
"Dad, I can’t reach," Sumrs tilted his little head, seeking help from Ethan.
Ethan’s steps halted, his heart tightening.
That "Dad," it truly... made him want to give everything.
With one hand, Ethan picked up the little white ball of joy, reached for a new toothbrush, and applied toothpaste. "I’ll take you to buy a kid’s toothbrush after school."
Sumrs brushed his teeth earnestly in Ethan’s arms, speaking in a soft voice. "Dad, will you pick up from school?"
"Mhm," Ethan nodded.
Sumrs was delighted, his eyes bright.
"Dad, will you always like ?" After brushing his teeth, Sumrs cautiously asked.
He was really afraid... afraid that one day Dad might not want him anymore.
"Yes," Ethan nodded.
"Can I always call you Dad?" Sumrs asked again.
Ethan ruffled Sumrs’s hair. "Yes."
"Then even if another child cos, you’ll still like , right?" Sumrs seed to understand everything.
Ethan was montarily stunned. Another child?
Was Sumrs worried he might have his own child in the future?
Looking up at the mirror, Ethan was shocked for a long ti.
The way Sumrs brushed his teeth, carefully cleaning the toothbrush, it was so much like him.
With a tight heart, Ethan instinctively pinched Sumrs’s chin, making him look in the mirror for comparison.
"Sumrs?"
Outside the door, Yvette called for Sumrs to eat, seeing the pair standing at the bathroom door, stunned for a long ti.
Was it her illusion?
Sumrs in Ethan’s arms... They looked so much alike.
Sumrs’s hair ssy, just like Ethan’s; the expressions on both of their faces were identical, at first glance resembling an enlarged and shrunken version.
Ethan ca back to reality and looked at Yvette, letting Sumrs down. "I’ll have the butler redo the children’s room."
"No... It’s not necessary, my brother is on a business trip with the boss today, he’ll... be back tomorrow," Yvette nervously pulled Sumrs close, not daring to look up.
"Having a children’s room, Sumrs can stay wherever he wants, it’s more convenient, and he surely also wishes to spend more ti with mom, right?" Ethan spoke softly.
Sumrs nodded vigorously. "Mom, Uncle rests on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday every week, can I stay here on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday?"
Yvette was a bit anxious; he even calculated the days. "But..."
"Then where will Sumrs stay on Sunday?" Ethan squatted in front of Sumrs, smiling as he asked.
"I’ll stay at Michelle’s sister’s place on Sunday," Sumrs replied earnestly.
"Oh?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, wondering how Michelle Lockwood managed to charm both Caden Sumrs and the little one.
"I’m a man, I have to take responsibility for Michelle, I kissed her, so I must visit her every week," Sumrs stated seriously.
Ethan was amused, only Michelle Lockwood could co up with such tricks.
"Sumrs..." Yvette’s face turned red from holding back laughter. "The ranks are mixed up, it’s Auntie Michelle, she’s Uncle’s girlfriend."
Sumrs blinked innocently. "But she told to call her sister, said calling her Auntie made her feel old."
Yvette chuckled, it was indeed like Michelle Lockwood’s personality.
Ethan stood up, leading Sumrs to eat, suddenly rembering sothing, he quietly spoke. "It would be best... for Caden to stay away from Michelle."
It’s not that Michelle was bad, but there were things that Caden couldn’t bear.
The dangers around Michelle were far beyond Yvette and Caden’s understanding.
Yvette looked at Ethan nervously. "Michelle... she has a really nice personality."
She really liked Michelle’s personality.
"It’s not that she’s not good..." Ethan didn’t know how to explain it to Yvette, so things, if said, might frighten her.
"In any case, Caden and Michelle aren’t from the sa world. It’s better not to have emotional ties." Ethan seriously reminded Yvette.
Yvette was taken aback, lowered her head, and said nothing.
Perhaps Ethan thought that with Caden and her background, they belonged to a different world from Michelle and him?
Actually, Ethan made sense; forcing people from different worlds together could be painful.
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