"He can't even coax his own child," I muttered. But the housekeeper was not angry. He smiled and said, "Please take care of our little master tonight. If you need anything, you can ring the bell next to you."
"Okay."
After watching the housekeeper leave, I lifted the quilt and lay on the bed.
Although it was a cot, it was very big. I lay on it, but it was not crowded at all. I held the child in my arms, bowed my head, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "Good night, baby."
"Creak."
In the middle of the night, when I was sleeping in a daze, I heard the sound of someone opening the door. I frowned and thought who it was. Was it the housekeeper?
However, I quickly refuted my thought because I felt that someone was coming over and standing by the bed, and he was not intended to leave.
After a long time, I heard a sigh. Then, I was held by a pair of warm hands tightly.
"Ashley, I still... can't bear to give up on you... What should I do?"
His deep and charming voice sounded a little sad...
It was Edward, wasn't it?
I tried hard to open my eyes, but I was so tired that my eyelids seemed to be stuck. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open them.
I could feel his warm and peaceful breathing, and I liked it so much.
It was so warm...
"Mommy." The next day, I was awakened by the itchy feeling on my face.
As soon as I opened his eyes, I saw the baby lying on my body.
I was so shocked.
I stared blankly at the baby who was twisting his body on me. With a helpless smile, I picked him up and held him in my arms, "Baby, what are you doing?"
"I'm hungry." The baby said with his mouth puckered and looked at me in an extremely aggrieved way.
He had been rubbing his face against my breast, which made me blushed.
The child...
He was really naughty...
I blushed and unbuttoned my clothes helplessly. Just as he was about to suck my breast, the door of the bedroom was opened.
I was startled and immediately wore my clothes.
"Miss Mu, good morning." The housekeeper came over with servants behind him and then smiled at me.
I held the baby in my arms and said awkwardly, "Good morning."
Fortunately, I didn't take off my clothes completely, otherwise, I would be so embarrassed.
However, the child did not cooperate with me at all. He twisted his fat body and continued to grab my breast with his little hands.
I was speechless because of his actions.
Helplessly, I grabbed his hands and comforted him, "Baby, don't make trouble, okay?"
"I'm hungry." With a pair of beautiful eyes, he looked at me pitifully and aggrievedly.
Being stared at him, my heart ached.
I shook my head helplessly, lowered my head, kissed his forehead, and said, "Good boy, there will be milk for you to drink."
"Miss Mu, enjoy your breakfast. I'll take care of a little master."
As the housekeeper spoke, he picked up the baby.
However, the baby refused to let go of me and kept crying.
"Mommy..."
His cry broke my heart.
I looked at the housekeeper nervously and said, "Give him to me, otherwise he'll make trouble again."
"Then... please feed him the milk."
After thinking for a while, the housekeeper gave the feeding bottle the servant handed to him.
I took the feeding bottle and put the nipple on his mouth. With his eyes wide open, he glanced at me, but he didn't open his mouth. He just twisted his body and faced me with his butt.
Seeing that the child was like this, I looked at the housekeeper with some embarrassment.
"He doesn't like milk."
"How come? He liked drinking this milk the most before." The housekeeper seemed to be a little surprised and looked at me worriedly.
"Good boy, this is your favorite milk. Don't you want to drink it?" I coaxed the child and said to him.
However, he could only look at me pitifully with his beautiful eyes wide open.
Looking at his aggrieved eyes, I felt a little uncomfortable.
"Baby."
"Our little master was premature. After he was born, he almost died at the beginning. Fortunately, he survived later, and his body was getting better and better. Because our master didn't like other women to feed him, he asked people to collect fresh milk for him to drink. He has always liked fresh milk. I don't know why he doesn't like it recently."
The housekeeper explained to me.
When I heard it, I felt hot in my ears.
Was the child full because he had sucked my breast? But... I didn't have any milk for him.
I was speechless, but the child in my arms kept rubbing his mouth against my breast. I tried to pull him away with a dark face, but I couldn't do that when I looked at his delicate and beautiful face.
"Miss Mu." Perhaps it was because my face looked extremely bad that the housekeeper called me with some concern.
I came to sense, looked at the housekeeper, and nodded faintly, "It's all right. I'll take care of him. You can go out first."
"Si-pa." Just when I was at a loss, the sound of a car's brake came from outside the yard.
"Our master is back."
Master? The president of the Empire Group?
Could I finally see his face?
I and the housekeeper came to the door with the baby in his arms, and then I saw the man who got out of the car.
I trembled all over when I saw his face...
Edward...
"Edward..." I couldn't care about anything. With tears in my eyes, I rushed toward the man.
"Edward... I knew you didn't die. I knew it."
I held Edward in my arms and cried out loud.
"Miss." When I was crying so sadly, I heard a cold and deep voice. I couldn't understand what he said. It was not Chinese, but French.
"Miss Mu, please let go of our master." A tall bodyguard standing behind the man glanced at me and said with a poker face.
I looked at the bodyguard in a daze, then I lowered my head and looked at the man in my arms.
His face was exactly the same as that of Edward, but he looked colder than Edward.
He looked at me gracefully, and his hands with white gloves crossed on his abdomen.
"My name is jetedeteste, and my Chinese name is Mu."
He reached out his hand and said to me coldly.
What did he say? He was obviously Edward. Why did he say that he was jetedeteste?
"Edward, what's wrong with you? I'm Ashley! Look at me, I'm Ashley!" I grabbed his arm and said to him anxiously.
However, he shook off my hand indifferently and said in a cold voice, "You can call me jetedeteste or Mr. Mu. I'm not Edward. Miss Mu, do you have a delusional disorder?"
"No... you are Edward! Why don't you admit it?"
I clenched my fists, shook my head, and shouted at him.
Mu looked at me with disgust. Then he reached out his hand, pointed to the housekeeper behind me, and said, "Ashe cries again."
Ashe...
"My name is Ashley... What's your name?"
"My name is Edward. Can I call you Ashe? When I grow up, I'll marry you."
I covered my mouth and cried so sadly that I squatted down, "Edward... You remember me, don't you? I saved you at the age of twelve, you remember it, right? Are you still angry with me? You think that I was so stupid that I was used by William, so you don't want to recognize me, right?"
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