Chapter 1718
Ellinor’s voice was as gentle as a summer breeze. Her eyes were filled with a warmth and sincerity that made Baber want to nestle in her embrace.
But then, in a flash, he snapped back to reality.
He could never compete with her biological children and could never vie for her affection, for fear of being sent away at any moment.
With this in mind, Baber said with a serious expression. “Thank you, Mommy, for always being so kind to me, but I’m a big boy now. I need to learn to be independent. I want to sleep on my own from now on.”
Ellinor looked slightly helpless. “You’re not even five yet. What kind of big boy are you?”
Baber’s lips tightened into a firm line, a picture of stubborn determination.
Seeing this, Ellinor didn’t want to crush her son’s desire for independence, so she gently stroked his head and said, “Alright, if you want to sleep alone, then you can sleep alone. Mommy won’t bother you. If you want Mommy in the middle of the night, you can always come find me.”
Baber nodded. “Okay.”
Ellinor got up. “Then you can read your book first, and I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.”
Baber watched his mother leave the room with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Truthfully, he didn’t want her to leave. He wanted her to stay and keep him company, but he didn’t dare say it since he didn’t feel entitled to ask.
His mother was probably going back to spend time with his siblings, Adrian and Layla. He didn’t want to interfere.
Instead of returning to her room, Ellinor headed to the kitchen.
She was feeling hungry and decided to whip up something to eat while also preparing a delicious meal for her three little ones.
Thaddeus returned to his hotel suite just as Sophia was coming back from the grocery store.
Upon seeing his dainty daughter lugging a massive bag of groceries, Thaddeus frowned and asked, “This hotel has every kind of cuisine imaginable. Why are you buying so much stuff? Can’t you have someone else do it for you?”
Sophia shrugged. “Dad, I have nothing else to do, so I might as well go out and get some exercise. Marcus says the hotel food is too greasy, so I’m making him something healthier.”
Thaddeus gestured for his assistant to help Sophia with the groceries, then looked at his daughter with surprise. “Really? You’re learning how to cook for that cripple?”
Sophia frowned. “Dad! I’ve told you so many times! Please stop calling Marcus a cripple! Yes, I am learning how to cook for him. Seeing Marcus enjoy the food I make makes me happy.”
What kind of happiness is that?
If the man really loved you, he should be the one cooking.
Thaddeus muttered this to himself but didn’t voice his thoughts, not wanting to upset his daughter. He could hardly believe that his pampered daughter, who had previously refused to set foot in the kitchen because of the smoke and its impact on her skin, was now cooking for a man.
Was that cripple really treating his daughter like a maid?!
Humph!
