Mia Foster sat on the sofa, holding her chin with one hand, deep in thought.
Actually, her mother’s words weren’t unreasonable; perhaps she should give Felix Shaw a heads-up to prepare him ntally in advance.
How many won are initially willing to be a mistress hidden from the public eye, but as their children grow up, gradually start wanting more...
Gathering her thoughts, Mia Foster took a deep breath, stood up, and went back to her room.
She would talk about it later; next ti she saw him, she would call Felix Shaw.
In the Shaw Family’s villa, Felix Shaw stood by the window in his room, having lost count of how many cigarettes he had smoked. Just before, almost as if possessed, he had phoned his father Oliver Shaw’s secretary. The secretary said she was currently accompanying the president at a social event, and the president was very happy and had drunk a lot...
After hanging up, Felix Shaw could not help but sneer. His father was very happy, had drunk a lot...
If he rembered correctly, ever since his father was hospitalized for a stomach ailnt, he had abstained from alcohol, and since then, the responsibility for social outings had fallen on him. What kind of deep affection must it be that made his father so happy, and it was already nearing midnight and he had not returned ho yet...
In the restaurant, worried about being recognized by acquaintances, Oliver Shaw had reserved the entire floor.
In the vast space, only their "family of three" were dining; Oliver Shaw had indeed put thought into celebrating his little princess’s birthday. Halfway through the western al, the lights in the restaurant suddenly went out, "Daddy, Seraphina is scared."
Seraphina dropped her fork and knife and plunged into Oliver Shaw’s arms; the seven-year-old child was terrified by the sudden darkness.
Oliver Shaw stroked his daughter’s head and soothed her with a smile, "Seraphina, don’t be afraid, it’ll be okay soon."
While speaking, the restaurant lit up with dim lights, and at the entrance, staff pushed a cart out, accompanied by two female attendants who clapped and sang as they walked toward them, Happy Birthday to you...
"Daddy, are they celebrating Seraphina’s birthday?"
Seraphina looked up in astonishnt, her eyes unable to hide her delight.
"Of course, my darling," Oliver Shaw said with a kind smile; he doted on her excessively because he had obtained a daughter later in life, and she was also very obedient.
"Thank you, Daddy!" Seraphina stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on Oliver Shaw’s face; Oliver was even more delighted and laughed out loud.
The service cart with the cake stopped at the family of three’s dining table, and just as the birthday song ended.
The cake was personally made by the restaurant’s chef; following Oliver Shaw’s request, it was two-tiered, and the top layer had a cartoon princess wearing a little gown, with cream icing that read, "Happy Birthday to My Beautiful Little Princess!"
Surrounded by seven colorful candles, the cartoon princess stood at the center, grabbing everyone’s attention.
Every year, he had not been able to be with his daughter on her birthday; this year, Vanessa Armstrong specially brought her daughter over, and Oliver Shaw wanted to make up for his shortcomings toward his daughter, so he had put a lot of effort into it.
"Can I make a wish now?" Seraphina looked up at her dad, and Oliver Shaw smiled and nodded, "Yes." The little girl then turned and closed her eyes with her hands together in front of the candles.
A few seconds later, Seraphina opened her eyes, "Done, I’ve made my wish!" After saying that, she blew out all the candles with one strong puff.
The restaurant’s lights turned on again, and watching his daughter happily cutting the cake, Oliver Shaw asked with a smile, "Seraphina, what wish did you make? Can you tell Daddy?"
"My wish is for Daddy to live with Seraphina every day, so that when Seraphina opens her eyes in the morning, she can see Daddy right away." As Seraphina cut the cake, she spoke joyfully, causing Oliver Shaw’s smiling face to freeze montarily as he turned to look at Vanessa Armstrong.
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