There was still more than a month to go before the television program started, yet, the producer Lincoln Smith was cheerfully making preparations along with the crew. He somehow even managed to get Charlotte’s WeChat and messaged her every day.
Charlotte set a glass of water on the table, found a spot on the sofa in her slippers, and checked a message from Lincoln. She gave a nonchalant reply, then browsed his photos on his social media platform.
Lincoln’s account was totally open; she could even look back at pictures from years ago when he was a chef participating in competitions and images from his daily life.
Exiting the page, she saw no new responses. Charlotte put down her phone, and glanced at her carefree brother, Jordan, sitting next to her.
Jordan turned to look at her too. When their gazes met, he scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh. "Big sister, is there no way to ease the situation a bit?" he asked.
Contemplating his question, she raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, then replied, "Not at the moment. Let’s talk about it once you’ve matured a bit."
Rejected again, Jordan’s head sagged. He murmured disappointingly before reaching for the remote to channel surf.
Charlotte sighed reluctantly and got up, about to leave. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, turned to the man across her, and said, "By the way, I have something to do tomorrow morning. Could you please cover for me for a couple of days?"
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His lips had just touched the faint lipstick mark on the cup. Seeing his Adam’s apple moving, Charlotte’s pupils dilated slightly as if her heart had been set aflame. Subconsciously turning her head away, she coughed lightly and said, "Well, I’m going to go wash up and get ready for bed."
With that, she turned, elevated her foot to take a step, a thin blush appearing on her cheeks. Yet, unbeknownst to her, a smile emerged on her face.
It was late, and all the children who had been bustling around on the sofa had obediently gone to bed. Charlotte came out of the bathroom, covered her yawning mouth with her hand, and then opened Grace’s room door.
She wasn’t really worried about the four other children, but she just couldn’t help fretting over this young girl.
When Grace slept with Olivia, Annie was meticulous and would subconsciously pull the blanket over Grace if she woke up in the middle of the night.
Stepping lightly into the room, Charlotte noticed a small protrusion on the pink, vast bed. Drawing closer, she found Grace sleeping on her back with a colorful storybook lying across her face.
Charlotte let out a soft chuckle, gently picking up the book. Grace was sound asleep, drooling slightly.
She used a tissue to wipe off Grace’s drool and then properly adjusted her blanket.
Grace’s chubby, soft feet were poking out, her nails faintly pink. As Charlotte’s warm hand touched them, Grace’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed and she smacked her lips contentedly.
Chuckling softly, Charlotte’s eyes softened with a touch of nostalgia.
Having brought up these six kids from such a young age, Cyrus and Hank didn’t cause her much trouble; Olivia, even though she wasn’t her child, was so understanding. When Annie entrusted her to Charlotte, Olivia didn’t cry or fuss, she just silently looked at Charlotte with wide-open eyes.
However, Grace, Chad, and Jack were the ones who had given her a lot of worries.