Luke's chest heaved.
He didn’t leave, quietly gazing at Brad sleeping.
He stood still for ten or twenty minutes.
Luke gently stroked Brad's face and tucked him in before leaving.
Back in his room, he didn’t sleep, standing : n front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out of the window. It was dark as ink. He held a glass of wine, shook it, and then downed it.
Early the next morning.
Brad was brought downstairs by Brandy to eat breakfast. Brandy was surprised to see his boss reading the newspaper instead of going to the company.
Brad didn't like soya milk.
At the smell of it, he wrinkled his small brows like an aged man.
It was just a tiny detail, but Luke noticed it. He put down the newspaper, saying, "Just leave it if you don't like it."
Yet Brad shook his head. "Mom said I can't waste food. I'll drink it this time. Don't prepare soya milk for me again."
Raising his little head, he pouted and swallowed the soya milk though reluctant.
Luke was stunned and had to admit that she educated Brad very well.
Brad was well-behaved and good-mannered.
After Brad had his breakfast, Brandy wanted to drive him to school but was stopped by Luke. "I happen to have time. I'll take him to school.”
Brandy froze, while Brad blinked his bright eyes, tilted his head, and stared at Luke.
Luke walked forward on his long legs, his straight and neat trousers fluttering slightly.
As he passed by Brad, he crooked his long fingers and tapped on his forehead. "What are you waiting for?"
Eileen was still busy with work. The comic book would soon be published, so she had t o finish it quickly.
Suddenly, a strong aroma wafted over.
She looked up in surprise, meeting Ruben's eyes.
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