The elevator doors open. Wyatt Hawthorne walks out, holding the already asleep Miles Lockwood in his arms. Serena Sinclair follows behind. They set off at noon, playing in the amusement park until the stars lit up the sky. Before even finishing dinner, Miles Lockwood was nodding off like a little chick pecking at rice. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t make it home in time. Miles Lockwood fell asleep halfway through the journey. When it was time to get out of the car, Serena wanted to carry him, but Wyatt pulled her away and picked up Miles himself. Watching Wyatt’s tall figure from behind. Serena recalled the whispered words Miles said to her in the restaurant, "Mom, I like Uncle Wyatt." "Because he likes Mom, and Mom also likes him. Plus, he takes me out to play." The cat 2S ran over, ready to jump. But upon seeing Miles in Wyatt’s arms, it stopped abruptly. Then circled around Wyatt’s legs. Wyatt laid Miles on the bed, and as he got up, he casually picked up 2S. Turning back, he looked at Serena with eyes full of irrepressible pride. Serena smiled gently. Since he was already asleep, there was no need to wake him up for a bath. Serena carefully changed Miles’ clothes, then took a warm towel to wipe his face and little hands and feet. From start to finish, Wyatt leaned against the bedroom door, watching. The warmth and smile in his eyes gradually faded away. For some reason, Wyatt turned around and left. Noticing something, Serena quickly chased after him and tugged on his sleeve, "What’s wrong?" Wyatt remained silent. Serena changed her approach, "How about I make you a cake?" Wyatt stopped in his tracks. Turning back, Serena’s face was all gentleness. Her eyes were full of cautious tenderness. As if she wanted to ask why he was upset, but was afraid of touching his sore spot. So she subtly suggested a cake instead. She was trying to comfort him. The dark, dead scenes in his memory gradually faded away. The thorns and jagged edges in Wyatt’s heart slowly softened under her gentle gaze, "Okay!" But when Serena took out the flour and eggs from the cabinet, Wyatt felt reluctant again. Taking care of a child is no easy task. Even if you haven’t done much, just accompanying them from here to there, playing this and that, is exhausting. Not to mention constantly answering the child’s endless questions. Wyatt disliked children. But he had to admit, the occasionally naughty yet well-behaved Miles reminded him a lot of himself as a child. And on that day at the amusement park, in countless moments of agitation, when he looked back, he could always see Serena with her constant gentle smile. But Serena said, "I’m his mom!" Full of aching tenderness. Wyatt put the items back where they were, lowered his head, and wrapped Serena in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. He could sense his inexplicable melancholy. Serena turned around and held him, "How about I make you some sweet rice wine, okay?" "Yes, very sweet. I’ll cook it a bit longer and add some sugar; it’ll be fragrant and delicious." "...Let me hold you a bit longer!" "In the future, let’s not have kids, okay?" The one-month trial period was still a few days away. The trial period hadn’t even ended, so how did they jump to talking about having kids? She felt that Wyatt was acting strange today, but asking what’s wrong didn’t seem appropriate, and asking why seemed even worse. After a long pause, Serena looked up at Wyatt. Realizing what he had said, there was a flicker of embarrassment in Wyatt’s eyes. But he firmly held her, not letting her see his eyes. Serena gently pushed him, "Go wait for me in the dining room, it’ll be ready soon..." After pushing Wyatt out of the kitchen, Serena took a jar of rice wine from the fridge, lit the stove, and began cooking the rice wine. As the rice wine came to a boil, its faint aroma lingered throughout the living room. Watching Serena’s back, Wyatt’s once desolate eyes gradually warmed up. When Serena brought over the bowl, the sweet aroma was overwhelming. Looking down, the white rice grains, red goji berries, and yellow egg flowers had simple colors, yet all the aromas seeped through his nose deep into his heart. Handing a spoon to Wyatt, Serena spoke gently, "Once you drink it, your stomach will feel warm, and you can go back and have a good sleep... Wyatt, thank you for today!" In the past, Serena could never have imagined that one day, she would be taking care of a child with a man other than Adrian Lockwood. For the past six years, including the year she was pregnant, she was mostly on her own. After Miles was born, she took care of him herself on weekdays. On the weekends, they would either visit Beatrice Sutton or Beatrice and Zoe would come to The Lockwood Villa. She not only took care of the child but also had to arrange meals and help with household tasks. Opportunities for the family of three to go out together were rare. And what Miles could remember was even less. So every time he drew a family portrait, it was always the scene of flying kites on the villa lawn. Adrian Lockwood wouldn’t participate in crowded, noisy places like amusement parks. But Wyatt had accompanied them for a whole day. No, there was also last night. He even played chess with Miles. No wonder Miles’ eyes sparkled when he said he liked Uncle Wyatt. Watching Wyatt drink spoon after spoon, showing no expression. It was hard to tell if he liked it or not. Wyatt shook his head. She had just put in a big spoonful of sugar. "Then let’s add some more..." Serena got up to get the sugar jar. Wyatt pulled her into his arms. A kiss with the aroma of rice wine, mixed with Wyatt’s own scent. Serena could easily taste the flavor of the sweet soup. It was already very sweet. "Now it’s just right..." Wyatt smiled triumphantly, kissing Serena, "With you, it’s sweet enough!" A kiss devoid of any lust. With each gentle peck, the exhaustion in her heart seemed to peel away bit by bit. When Wyatt left, almost as soon as he closed the door, Serena felt the living room turn cold. Returning to the bedroom, she saw the phone light up. When the tinkling sound of a ringtone started, Serena opened her eyes, almost thinking it was a Monday morning alarm. She was met by Miles’ sleepy eyes, and as soon as he saw she was awake, his face broke into a smile. Miles ran barefoot to the living room, picked up the phone watch, "Hello, Dad... Yes, at home... Oh, okay!" Running back, Miles stuck his little head in cautiously, "Mom, Dad said he’s bringing us breakfast." Serena was stunned, "He doesn’t need to!" Feeling certain it was Adrian Lockwood since he had just called. For original chapters go to novel⟡fire.net But she was also afraid it might be Wyatt. And more afraid they would meet in the hallway. Serena quickly changed her clothes and went to open the door.