Hearing Cyrus’ wronged voice, a wave of reluctance swept over Justin Battleson. He pursed his lips and hugged Cyrus tightly.
This child’s character echoed his temperament when he was young, always calm and aloof.
Justin Battleson gave Cyrus an intense look, a pang of heartache flashing in his eyes.
Perhaps it was time for him and Charlotte Thompson to find a resolution to their relationship.
"Cyrus, you should go to bed first. Dad will find a solution to his relationship with mommy," he whispered to Cyrus.
Usually astute, Cyrus didn’t feel anything else in that moment other than being moved by his father’s words. He obediently nodded, seemingly accepting Justin’s words.
Charlotte released a sigh of relief upon seeing Cyrus nod. She bent down to lift Cyrus into her arms and carried him to their room.
The lights were dim, she patted Cyrus’ quilt, her movements gentle. Cyrus was still wide-eyed, seemingly free from the grasps of sleep.
"What’s wrong?" she asked, lightly stroking Cyrus’ cheek.
"Mommy, I wish daddy could stay here forever," Cyrus murmured, plunging Charlotte into a dilemma.
"Mommy, I have always been a good boy, I never asked for anything, but..." Cyrus began.
"Cyrus," Charlotte interrupted in a low voice, noting the longing for a father’s love in his eyes.
Though her children had always grown up doted on, they had never been overly spoilt, nor developed any bad habits. Yet, Charlotte also felt indebted to them.
"Mommy, if you’re feeling forced, it’s okay. Cyrus can manage without daddy," he assured, glancing up at Charlotte’s troubled face.
With a look of relief in his eyes, he didn’t wait for her to say anything and obediently closed his eyes.
His pretty, childish face appeared even more adorable under the warm light. The tremble of lashes on his ponty nose betrayed the secret in Cyrus’ heart.
Sighing, Charlotte realized that Cyrus was the most sensible and well-behaved among her children. He rarely made any requests.
After adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner for Cyrus, she quietly left the room. When the door closed, Cyrus slowly opened his eyes, clear yet filled with sadness.
By the time Charlotte stepped out of the room, the moonlight was hazy. She noticed that Justin was no longer in the living room, assuming he had gone to sleep in the guest room already. Content originally comes from novel✶fire.net
Charlotte breathes a sigh of relief.
She had given their relationship a careful thought, but there were yet many matters demanding her attention.
Emotional affairs had been pushed aside in her list of priorities. If not for occasional reminiscance, she would have never touched upon them.
"Knock, knock, knock.
A crisp sound interrupted Charlotte’s daydream. Startled, she glanced at the door and went to open it after a moment of confusion.
The moonlight was cold, and in it, Justin stood silently at the doorway, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"You... why are you waiting here instead of sleeping?"
It took Charlotte a while to respond, her words spoken hesitantly and with some deep, unspoken meaning.
"I have something to tell you."