"Oh, my little darling, I finally found you! You scared auntie half to death."
As soon as William returned, the waiting nanny excitedly hugged him and showered him with kisses. Her anxious heart could finally settle down.
"I’m sorry, Auntie, I won’t do it again."
Although William was only three years old, he was very perceptive and understood that mommy was angry, so he was very sensible and immediately admitted his mistake without a word.
The nanny looked at Adam, who had followed them into the house and was taken aback as she recognized his face which she often saw in newspapers and magazines, so he was not unfamiliar to her at all.
But she had never connected William with the man before her. Now, standing side by side, their strikingly similar appearances made it clear that they were father and son.
The nanny was somewhat disbelieving in her heart but didn’t dare to show it. She greeted him politely and then went back to the kitchen to cook.
Elly took off her shoes, ignoring Adam, and walked straight inside. Adam glanced at the shoe cabinet, found no spare slippers, and turned his gaze toward Elly, who was busying herself flipping through a magazine. He frowned and said, "Is this how you treat your guests?"
Elly lazily shifted her eyelids, glanced at him, and said, "No guests in my house."
She intended to send him away, but considering the slap she had given him at the airport, Elly still felt somewhat guilty at heart.
After hesitating for a moment, she got up, took a new pair of women’s slippers from the shoe cabinet, and placed them in front of him, "Only these are available."
Adam looked at the obviously female slippers placed before him and frowned slightly with obvious distaste on his face.
However, the idea that Elly might have men’s slippers ready for him would probably displease him even more. With that thought, he found himself much more willing to accept the women’s slippers in front of him.
Putting on slippers that clearly didn’t match the size of his feet, Adam sat down beside Elly.
Seeing she had no intention of speaking to him, Adam’s mood grew subtly more complex as he frowned.
"Don’t you think I deserve an explanation about your son?"
Elly paused her magazine-flipping, but without lifting her head, she responded indifferently, "There’s nothing to explain, he’s not yours."
Adam’s eyes turned colder, "Elly, when did you learn to lie with your eyes open? The kid is the spitting image of me. Are you daring to say he isn’t my son?"
Adam’s voice unconsciously rose as he thought about how this woman had taken his son and hidden abroad for four long years, making his whole body tense.
Finally, Elly lifted her head from the magazine, her gaze still emotionless as she met his eyes, "It’s just a coincidence."
Adam was infuriated and amused by Elly’s unmoved composure. He reached out and yanked her over to him. Elly wasn’t prepared for such a move and, failing to brace herself, she fell directly onto Adam.
Her face darkened and she tried to get up, furrowing her brows, but Adam held her tightly around the waist, preventing any movement.
"You stole my seed, and now you’re playing dumb with me here?"
Adam’s voice was calm, yet it was clear that he was suppressing a rage ready to explode.
Elly ignored Adam, or rather, she wasn’t ready to discuss the child with him just yet, so she opted to avoid the topic for the time being.