Clayton put Chatty on the ground and said, “You’ll feel sleepy once you close your eyes. Go and listen to Fischer’s bedtime story. I’ll send you guys to school tomorrow.”
Chatty’s eyes lit up in excitement as soon as she heard that her father would send them to school.
Clayton had never sent them to school before.
Thus, Chatty was elated.
Chatty and Fischer kissed Nicole one after the other before they returned to the bedroom.
Nicole looked at the surreal scene in front of her cautiously as if she was afraid that this was just a fleeting illusion.
The pasta in front of Nicole was getting cold.
Clayton pushed the pasta forward, looked at Nicole, and said in an extremely gentle voice, “Do you want to have a few bites?”
Nicole’s eyes were sore, but she did not want Clayton to see her fragility and longing.
What happened in the afternoon under the influence of alcohol was so sudden that Nicole felt like forgetting about everything and moving on.
However, thinking about it now, Nicole felt like they were a little too impulsive.
Nicole’s mind was a mess. She lowered her head and ate two bites of pasta. She also had a few spoons of soup before she put down her cutlery.
Clayton ate slowly and gracefully without making a sound. He looked gentle and elegant. Surrounded by the warm lights, it seemed as if he had returned to his previous self at that moment.
He felt Nicole’s gaze on him for a long time.
Clayton calmly put down his chopsticks, planning to pack them up.
Nicole's eyes flickered slightly. She stood up first and put away the dishes.
Clayton looked at her with dark eyes as he was deep in thought, but he quickly regained his expression.
When Nicole sat back down again, Clayton looked gentle again.
He flashed a soft, slightly apologetic smile.
Under the lights, Nicole’s face looked a little pale and gloomy.
She looked dispirited.
Clayton paused and looked at her with deep eyes.
“Do you remember what happened in the afternoon?”
It was only 9:00 pm. How could she forget so quickly?
After fooling around with him all afternoon, Nicole’s body still felt a little uncomfortable.
Nicole’s face suddenly flushed. She pursed her red lips.
“Were you drunk?”
Clayton’s voice was a little hoarse. The corners of his mouth twitched as he said, “I drank, but not much.”
Therefore, what he did was not impulsive or a drunken act.
Clayton just followed his heart and released the pent-up energy he had suppressed all along.
Nicole pursed her lips and could not help but frown at Clayton.
“So? Why did you come back all of a sudden? Don’t you have another home now? Do you think my house is a hotel?”
Nicole might not have realized how jealous she sounded.
She also did not realize that her words were a little harsh.
However, she could not help it.
The first time she saw Clayton sitting in the car with Kira while she was thrown to the ground by their car, Nicole was devastated.
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