Almost the moment the doorbell rang, Serena Sinclair had already guessed who was outside. She opened the door, and sure enough. "Mimi, wow, Mimi, you’re back..." Miles was excitedly rushing forward, wanting to pet 2S, but recalled some unpleasant memories from the past. He immediately turned back to ask Serena, "Mom, can I pet it? I promise I’ll be gentle..." Serena wasn’t sure if he could pet it. After all, 2S reacted quite obviously to people it didn’t like. "Let’s not pet it for now. You can pet it when it gets familiar and comes to play with you, okay?" Serena gave Wyatt a glare, took 2S from his arms, and placed it on the ground. 2S quickly dashed under the sofa. Miles ran forward and lay on the carpet. A kid and a cat, big eyes staring at each other. Miles, in his little voice, said, "Mimi, I’m not a bad person... My name is Miles Lockwood." "That’s such an ugly name!" Wyatt followed Serena in, muttering under his breath, "It has a name, you know?" Serena turned back to glare at him, "What are you doing here?" Of course, he’s here with his little one, looking for the little one’s mom! If Adrian Lockwood can, why can’t he? Wyatt leaned close to Serena, promising before she could glare, "I’ll just go upstairs to sleep later, I promise not to bother you!" Serena looked unconvinced. Wyatt flashed a bright smile: Honestly! Miles called out to Serena excitedly. Serena and Wyatt turned back at the same time. One happy, one angry. Serena smiled and praised, "Great! So, now you know how to treat little animals, right?" Miles hugged 2S, squeezing its little paw pads, his eyes shining dark and bright with joy. And 2S, previously indifferent, now lay obediently in Miles’ arms. Wyatt walked over, nudged 2S’s hind leg with his toe, "No backbone at all, you ungrateful cat!" 2S withdrew its hind leg. The sound of running water came from the kitchen as Serena was washing fruit. In the living room, Wyatt chatted with Miles. "Do you know who I am?" "...No." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel_fіre.net "Okay, let me introduce myself. My name is Wyatt Hawthorne, 2S’s dad." "Hello, big brother, my name is Miles Lockwood, I’m my mom’s son." Seeing Wyatt being fierce, Miles quietly murmured, "But mom said, when you meet a pretty aunt like her, you call her sister. And for handsome uncles, you call them brother." "But I’m not a brother." Wyatt sternly corrected him, "I’m your mom’s..." Serena came out of the kitchen holding a fruit platter, a warning clearly in her eyes. Wyatt stood up and took an apple from the platter. He just knew, when there’s a problem it’s ’Wyatt’, when there’s none, it’s just ’Wyatt’! The young man with an angry expression, even eating an apple while angry, looked dashing and handsome. Facing the angry look in his eyes, Serena softly coaxed him, "Don’t tease him! If you make him cry, will you comfort him?" "I’ll comfort him if I have to!" Wyatt took another bite of the apple, "He’s already five, are you still treating him like a little kid?" Five isn’t so young, must they be babies to be considered young? Serena’s gaze was amused. Miles’s clear childlike voice rang out, "Mom, is Uncle Wyatt your boyfriend?" Two voices spoke simultaneously. 2S, as if startled, turned over from Miles’s arms, leaped over the sofa, and swiftly jumped to the top of the cat tree. "You kid, you really have an eye for things!" Wyatt approached and flicked Miles’s forehead, "Come on, tell Uncle Wyatt, how did you guess?" Looking at his mom’s angry expression, it seemed like he made a mistake. But looking at Uncle Wyatt’s beaming smile, it also seemed he was right? Miles glanced at Serena, then at Wyatt, carefully pointing at Serena, "Mom’s eyes are smiling." Miles softly said, "Before, mom’s eyes only smiled at me and dad. But now, when mom looks at Uncle Wyatt, even though her face looks angry, her eyes are smiling." And that special look no longer belonged to him and dad. Clearly not expecting such keen observation from a child, Serena was dumbfounded. Wyatt seemed to be in a great mood. With a triumphant smile like a big bad wolf, Wyatt extended his hand to Miles, "Miles Lockwood, hello! Let me reintroduce myself. I’m your mom’s future boyfriend during the evaluation period, Wyatt Hawthorne. Please take care of me in the future!" Miles blinked and shook Wyatt’s hand, giving it a little shake. The anticipated tears and cries of surprise did not occur, as the two men, one big and one small, seemed to be getting along quite well. Serena went to the bedroom to take a bath and change into leisurewear, and by the time she returned to the living room, the two had already started playing chess. It was unknown where the chess set had come from. As the game ended with cheers and applause, Miles looked at Wyatt with admiration, "Wow, Uncle Wyatt, you’re amazing!" Wyatt curled his lips, "Little kid!" In the blink of an eye, it was nine o’clock, and as another game ended, Serena spoke up to see him out, "Wyatt, it’s time for you to go home!" Wyatt reluctantly stood up. He glanced at the dark night outside the window, then looked at Serena, a gaze filled with resentment. Looking down, he saw 2S, sleepy-eyed, meowing as it followed him. Wyatt felt slightly appeased. Scooping up 2S for some vigorous rubbing, Wyatt turned to leave. Miles had just settled into the bathtub when the doorbell rang again. Miles’s eyes curved in a smile as he urged, "Mom, Uncle Wyatt must have forgotten something. Go open the door." Did he really forget something? Clearly, he’d left his heart here. Serena got up and headed outside. The lights in the living room were already off. Serena made her way forward, and just as she reached the door, it opened. Before she could finish a sentence, Wyatt had pushed the door open and came in. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed her against the wall. Accompanied by heavy, breathy sighs. And Serena’s reluctance, together with the splashy sound of water in the bathroom. The air instantly thickened with a sticky tension. Fully aware that Miles would not jump out of the bathtub, her nerves were still taut with worry. Her wrist held tightly by Wyatt, Serena felt her heart would leap out of her mouth if she spoke. She took advantage of a breath to stop him. But her voice was like it was steeped in wine, soft and powerless, with a tipsy hook. Before Serena could finish her sentence, Wyatt captured her lips again. "I’ve helped you take care of your child all night, shouldn’t you give me some kind of compensation?" The scorching kiss moved from her lips to her neck, then settled by her ear. When Wyatt pulled away, he gave Serena a hard nip, "Remember, for these past few days you owe me, I’m going to charge interest!" What did she owe him? The door opened just as Wyatt’s shadowy eye appeared in the light. Only then did she realize what he meant by "interest". Serena’s cheeks turned beet red.