Upon hearing this, Justin nodded and looked at Charlotte, advising, "You should get some rest".
After watching him retreat to the guest room, Charlotte began to freshen up. After soaking in the bath, she could no longer resist her weariness, and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She slept soundly through the night.
The next morning, her alarm rang promptly. She rolled over and switched it off, blinked her sleepy eyes, yawned, and managed to sit up despite her true desire to sleep in.
After getting ready and finishing breakfast preparations, Charlotte went to wake up Jordan, but discovered the guest room was already unlocked.
Finding it odd, she entered the room and found a note under the water glass on the bedside table. It was written in pencil.
"I left early, try not to miss me too much~"
Upon reading the note, Charlotte’s mouth twitched subconsciously. Follow current novels on novelꞁire.net
Jordan must have gone out to join his pack of friends.
Mr. Thompson had intended to let him help Henry manage the company business, but Jordan could not handle the structured and demanding work environment, and slipped away after just a few days.
Not only did he slip away, but he went overseas to Druarus, and brought his children with him.
The only person who could probably straighten him out was his destined partner.
Charlotte shrugged helplessly and noticed that there were faint numbers on the note as she looked closer at it.
She squinted, with the corner of her mouth tightening.
If she was not mistaken, the note was torn from Hank’s homework book.
On the other end, Hank, in deep sleep, made a smacking sound with his mouth, flung out his hand to wipe off the drool trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was fast asleep without a care.
Charlotte woke each of the children. By now, Justin, fresh from his morning routine, was seated at the dining table. One by one, the children settled into their seats. Charlotte then helped Grace over.
After a good night’s sweat, Grace was doing much better, her tender cheeks had regained their color.
The children’s faces lit up with joy once Charlotte finished calling in for leave.
Justin smiled warmly at them, the atmosphere was full of congeniality.
Next to them, Grace secretly lifted her head and looked at Justin, her eyes revealing her happiness. She turned her head to whisper to Charlotte.
"Mommy, did Daddy sleep at home last night?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte slightly froze, then inexplicably laughed, "Yes, he did. Why?"
Grace’s serious expression unfolded as she asked, "Does that mean, I can see Daddy every day now?"
Charlotte, unsure of how to respond, could only bear to not dash Grace’s hopes. She rubbed Grace’s head affectionately and smiled, "Grace, I know you’re happy today. Let’s eat."
Unlike Grace, Chad and Jack, seated across from her, felt an inexplicable discomfort. The sight of their harmonious family meal made them uneasy.
If this man was here to stay, would they become outsiders?
After breakfast, Chad sat on the couch. Next to him, Cyrus was focused on his computer.
Chad thought about it and decided to speak.
"Bro, I don’t want this man in our house."
Perhaps the phrase "this man" was somewhat improper, that it took Cyrus aback.
After all, he was their biological father. Cyrus, agitated by Chad’s remark, retorted in a stern voice.
His voice was sharp, echoing in the silent living room. "Chad, what are you saying?"
The words lingered in the room, prominent in the quiet atmosphere.