My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 516

Ian paused for a second, then walked over and handed him the milk bottle. He pursed his lips and cleared his throat. Then, he pointed out, "She must be hungry. Try feeding her."

Hendrix found a chair and sat down. Afterwards, he gently fed Anne with powdered milk.

Usually, he was a callous and elegant man, but now, he looked very different when he was feeding milk with a baby in his arms. I didn't know what to say and felt that this scene was very cute and loving, but also very funny.

Ian glanced at him quietly before turning his back away to leave.

I walked towards Hendrix and stared at Anne who was still staring curiously up at Hendrix while drinking her milk. Then, I asked Hendrix, "When did you learn to care for kids?"

Especially ones that are so young.

He looked up at me and his eyes looked particularly deep. "I learned it when you were pregnant."

"When?" I didn't know about this at all.

He curled his lips and fell into silence. His gaze fell on Anne and he said indifferently, "Take her back to Flora Hill. Ian and Sawyer have their own life to live. Are you going to let them take care of her indefinitely?"

I was appalled. I never thought of this question, so I didn't know how to answer him.

Seeing that I was in a daze, he sighed. "Flora Hill is big and you also have time now. You won't overthink when you're accompanied by the baby. I'll also find us a few nannies. When Minnie returns after the New Year, she can also care for Anne as she has experience in taking care of children, so you don't have to worry too much about it."

He stared at me and asked seriously, "Is that okay?"

I nodded instinctively. After a while, I regained my senses. Then, I shook my head and said, "No, I'd like to ask Ian and Sawyer first. They've been caring for her for so long. If I take her away, it might hurt their feelings. After all, they do care about her a great deal."

He nodded and did not object to my suggestion.

Sawyer came back at noon to have lunch. He also brought back some fruits along the way. At the dining table, I observed him and felt that he was different from the first time I saw him.

At the time, he looked like a sluggish ruffian. Half a year later, he seemed to have grown reticent. Most of the time, he was just silently taking care of others.