"I’ll come to see you tomorrow, it’s been a while since I’ve seen the kids, I should take them out for a meal. Where’s Jordan?"
"Jordan’s out. Of course, you can come over. It just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend, and I’m not working. You can come over a bit later. There’s no rush."
Charlotte Thompson started speaking softly, a hint of indifference in her eyes. She raised her head slightly, gazing at the sky in the distance.
The sky, dark as black velvet, was suddenly sprinkled with stars by someone. It was captivating, causing her to be somewhat dumbfounded. After a moment, she heard Henry Hudson asking for her address over the phone.
Charlotte was gradually brought back from her trance, slowly answering, her tone somewhat relieved.
"See you tomorrow, Charlotte."
Henry Hudson’s voice was mild and low. His eyes were clear and bright, and his long fingers gently tapped on the table in front of him. The sound was very pleasant to hear.
He slowly imagined her smiling eyes when he would see Charlotte tomorrow.
Charlotte nodded slightly, seemingly indifferent. However, thinking of Henry’s warm, smiling eyes warmed her heart.
Early the next morning, she woke up her sleepy children very early, gave them a simple breakfast, and planned to take them out.
"Mommy, we woke up so early this morning. Are we going somewhere delicious?"
Hank Thompson’s eyes lit up as he looked at Charlotte in front of him. Charlotte shook her head gently, a hint of mischief flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"We’re not going to eat something delicious, but we’re going to meet someone very important today."
Charlotte poured Hank a glass of orange juice and pinched his nose lovingly.
Cyrus Thompson looked at Charlotte faintly, guessing from her smile who might be coming today. For original chapters go to novelFirｅ.net
"Big brother, do you have any ideas?" Grace Thompson patted Cyrus Thompson’s shoulder cautiously. She felt somewhat excited. She knew that once her brother made a move, everything would be fine.
"Nothing, you stay in your room and finish your milk."
Cyrus jerked his chin towards the untouched glass of milk in front of Grace Thompson and spoke lightly.
"Tsk..." Grace puckered her lips, reluctantly taking a sip of milk. The overly sweet taste made her roll her eyes.
"Big brother, if you don’t want to tell us, then don’t. Why do you have to be so mysterious?"
While they were talking, there was a knock at the door. Charlotte put down the cup in her hand and immediately walked to the door. Upon opening it, the smile on her face brightened.
Charlotte greeted him softly, her eyes twinkling with laughter. She turned to the side, and Henry saw the children hiding behind Charlotte.
The children all chimed in unison, their voices extremely loud. A hint of shyness flashed across Henry’s handsome face. His brown eyes were filled with tenderness. He bent his brows and lightly patted Cyrus Thompson’s head.
The other children blinked their eyes and opened their mouths to speak.
"Uncle Henry, why did you suddenly stop by?"
Henry glanced at Charlotte discreetly, tilting his head and responding casually.
"Because I wanted to see you."
The children giggled, their eyes twinkling with happiness.
"Did Uncle Henry bring us presents?"
Henry smiled warmly and nodded in agreement.
"Of course, should Uncle Henry go get them now?"