Sam Noah rubbed his forehead, remembering that little girl from before, who would also tell him about the tiniest things. Back then, even if he was injured, she would insist on getting a response from him, spelling out “oh” one letter at a time with her fingers. Now he had a son with the same chattiness, who would babble on endlessly whenever he had the chance. It was simply…
After the little guy had talked for a long time without getting a response from his dad, he cautiously asked, “Does Dad think I’m very talkative?”
Sam Noah: “…”
He looked at the little guy’s cautious expression. The little guy frowned, his face resembling hers in some ways. Listening to him ramble was really annoying, but he couldn’t get angry at this cute little bundle that resembled her.
Forget it, let him talk. What could he do? He had to deal with his own child.
So he smiled and ruffled his head, “No, Dad is listening.”
The little guy felt relieved and spoke even more energetically.
When the father and son returned home, Thelma was already there. She hadn’t seen her son for several days, and as soon as she saw him, she hurriedly hugged him, showering kisses on his face.
The little guy, just like Thelma, was easily shy. Being kissed by his mom, he blushed and leaned against her shoulder, trying to hide.
Thelma took out the little toy she had brought for him, and as expected, the little guy was enamored with the fox mask.
Sam Noah watched the mother and son play together, and that feeling of being completely fulfilled returned. In the past, just watching them made him feel satisfied, but now…
He walked over, rubbed his little son’s face, and then rubbed his little girl’s face.
Now… he could participate. Everything was his, truly… it was so satisfying it was almost overwhelming.
When it was time to sleep, Thelma and Sam Noah entered the room together. Although she tried her best to act natural, she still felt a bit nervous after closing the door behind them.
Thelma reassured herself that it was okay; it was normal to feel this way in front of her idol. She would get used to it in the future.
Her belongings had already been moved in. Sam Noah’s room was large, and it had seemed empty before with not much in it. However, once her things were in, he suddenly felt that the vacant spaces were instantly filled, and he was very satisfied after looking around.
He noticed an invitation card on the table and couldn’t help but ask her, “What’s this…?”
This was an invitation she had received before leaving work, sent by Jonathan Foxcroft. “It’s from MK, inviting my team to their charity gala.”
Jonathan Foxcroft had sent the invitation right after what had happened today, which showed his sincerity in apologizing.
A charity gala? Coincidentally, he had also received an invitation today, but he didn’t plan to attend such a small event, so there was no need to tell her.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at her, and asked, “Are you used to sleeping with me?”
Today, he was wearing a deep blue shirt and black pants with white stripes, a very formal outfit that highlighted his mature and steady male charm to the fullest.
He looked particularly captivating, and she dared not look at him any longer. Nervously, she rubbed the hem of her clothes and replied, “It’s okay.”
He walked over to the bed and sat down, then reached out his hand to her. Thelma adjusted her breathing and extended her hand. He pulled her hard, and she found herself on his lap.
He held her and smiled, “From now on, you can only sleep with me for the rest of your life. You’ll have to get used to it, whether you like it or not.”
Such a domineering statement inexplicably excited her.
Thelma realized that for a moment, she could do nothing. His embrace was intoxicating, and she simply nestled in his arms, inhaling his scent and listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart. Being this close, she inadvertently looked up and noticed a scar on the back of his head, near his ear. Unable to resist, she reached out to touch it. She felt his body stiffen, but he did not pull away.
“How did you get this scar?”
“Isn’t it normal for a man to have scars?”
“…”
