Larissa looked back.


    Her daughter was wearing an ash gray sweater with a simple pair of ripped jeans and her hair casually tied up, making her neck look long and slender.


    Chester was walking beside Charity with a walking stick, but he had a towering figure and did not look like a disabled person at all. On the contrary, his aura was simr to that of a gentleman on television.


    Although the scar on his face affected his good looks, it added some cold, charming manliness to him.


    With Charity and Chester standing together and the adorable Callum in the stroller, they looked like a real family of three.


    After entering the house, Larissa ced the bread on the table while the housekeeper served them some refreshments.


    As if he had noticed that he was back home, Cal kept waving his hands unhappily


    in the stroller. He was also whining as if he was about to cry.


    Larissa immediately picked him up.


    Chester''s heart turned to mush upon seeing such a tiny being, especially because he knew that the baby...


    "Can I carry him, Aunt Larissa?" Chester asked carefully.


    Larissa instinctively looked toward Charity. Seeing that Charity was drinking water with her head lowered and did not say a word, Larissa smiled and nodded. She gently passed Cal into Chester''s arms.


    Chester, who used to be arrogant, stiffened at that moment.


    He lowered his head, not daring to move as he gazed at the child''s big and innocent eyes.


    How could he be... so cute and... so tiny?


    In fact, Chester used to be indifferent to children. Unlike Charity, he never thought


    he needed a child''spany and had never considered matters about continuing the family line either.


    However, Charity wanted a child, and he did not want her to bear another person''s child.


    In that case, she could use his sperm.


    Before that, Chester had no desire for a child.


    Only now did he realize that the child''s pure smile struck his rigid heart.


    Cal might have noticed that the embrace he was in was different from those who had carried him before. As such, the child observed Chester curiously with his clear, innocent eyes. He kept babbling and would show silly smiles from time to time.


    "What''s he saying?" Chester asked as he could not resist his curiosity.


    Charity looked toward him without saying anything. It was Larissa who smiled and said, "Our Cal is happy."


    "Really?" Chester was surprised. "Does this mean he likes me a lot?"


    Charity sneered. "He''s still a baby, so he doesn''t know how to reject unfamiliar people yet. He''s happy seeing anyone as long as he''s well-fed."


    Chester was rendered speechless.


    Was his son that easygoing?


    Why did he hear from his mom that he used to be wary as a child? He did not like people carrying him just one month after his birth and would cry when they did.


    Did the baby not take after him in terms of personality?


    Did Charity behave that way when she was younger?


    No. Charity was using Eliza''s body, so the baby might have inherited Eliza''s genes.


    Charity found it weird when she saw Chester happy for one second and frowning in the next.


    "Let me hold him." She extended her hands toward him.


    Chester raised his eyebrows. "Are you looking down on me? My leg is broken, but my hand isn''t. Carrying a baby is effortless to me."


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    Chester blinked and said pitifully, "Let me hold the baby for a little longer. I''ve never seen such an adorable baby."


    "Get one yourself if you like him so much," Charityined. After all, she did not force Chester to be single.


    "I''m not having one." Chester shook his head. "My heart is already taken for the rest of my life. It can''t fit anyone else."