Although Thelma felt extremely awkward, she couldn’t bear to disappoint the little guy. After thinking for a moment, she agreed. However, she deliberately ignored Sam Noah’s questioning gaze and simply said, “Okay, I’ll go with you to watch.”
The little guy was very happy to receive her answer and pulled her hand as they headed upstairs. She first accompanied him to wash up and change into his pajamas, and only then did they go to Sam Noah’s room. Sam Noah had already finished washing up and was sitting on the bed. Directly opposite the bed was a wall-mounted LCD TV, and the screen was paused on the animated show they had just been watching downstairs, exactly at the point where they had stopped.
He had been reading all along, yet he was so clear about where they had watched up to.
Sam Noah’s room was very large, decorated mainly in black and white, simple and neat like others. Tyler climbed onto the bed and sat next to Sam Noah, then patted the space beside him and said, “Mom, sit here.”
Sam Noah leaned back against the bed with several pillows stacked behind him, the blanket pulled halfway over him, one hand resting behind his head and the other casually draped over the blanket.
His eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.
Thelma hesitated for a moment before walking over to sit beside her baby. The little guy took the remote and pressed a button, resuming the animated show they hadn’t finished watching.
However, he quickly succumbed to sleep, leaning against the bed and dozing off.
Thelma glanced at Sam Noah, only to see the man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly open them. However, he didn’t look at her; instead, he squinted slightly, gazing at the LCD TV in front of him.
The light in the room wasn’t very dim, and the TV was making noise, but for some reason, Thelma began to feel nervous. She was afraid of waking Tyler and quietly asked, “Should we carry him over?”
He didn’t look at her, his squinted gaze still fixed on the TV, and he lazily replied, “No need, let him sleep here.”
The light was bright, and the TV was loud, but Thelma felt as if the world had quieted down to just her and Sam Noah. She became increasingly uneasy.
“Well… I’ll head back to my room first,” she said, pulling back the blanket and preparing to get off the bed. Unexpectedly, she heard Sam Noah say from behind, “You still haven’t answered the question I asked you earlier.”
The question he had just asked… Thelma naturally knew what it was.
“Do you really like him?” he asked again.
Thelma instinctively swallowed hard. She turned to look at him, her movements a bit stiff, only to see him resting his head on his arm, smiling at her sideways. He seemed to be in a good mood, and in the dim light, his smile appeared to radiate a soft glow.
However, there was a sharpness in his eyes that seemed to see through to the depths of a person’s heart.
Thelma instinctively avoided his gaze; she didn’t dare to meet his eyes.
Do I really like him? Do I like Sam Noah?
Thelma thought of how he didn’t want her to give up music for the studio he had prepared for her, and how he had specially ordered the necklace that she had accidentally broken.
He was so good to her; it would be impossible to say she felt nothing at all.
She did have feelings for him, or rather, she respected him.
As for liking… she felt he was a person who seemed very distant, like a brilliant star in the sky. Even she was puzzled as to why she would marry a man like him.
He was so outstanding, and the sharp, compelling aura he exuded could not be concealed by his humility or friendliness.
Faced with this man, faced with his gaze, she was too nervous to do anything but instinctively respect him.
Sam Noah had never expected her to truly like him; perhaps her saying she liked Tyler was just to comfort him. He didn’t demand too much from her; seeing her lower her head and remain silent for a long time, he was afraid of scaring her, so he said, “Forget it, if you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.”
He spoke calmly, as if it had just been a casual question.
Thelma let out a sigh of relief.
