Since Sumr Sutton had the baby, it seed that was the only thing Adrian cared about.
Every ti the Walyon Family held a family eting, once business was done, the Old Master would start talking, the conversation revolving entirely around Adrian and his spouse’s child.
In subsequent etings, he chatted on about many things, like asking Diana Wood to arrange Sumr’s three als and to rember to have the family Doctor occasionally check up on her.
Bryce Walyon listened beside them, his head aching.
Is Adrian’s child made of gold?
Is it worth being so constantly on their minds, letting so many people sit and listen to the old man’s incessant chatter?
His fingers tightened around the teacup in his hand, and Bryce gritted his teeth again and again.
...
When they walked out of the eting room, it was already past ten.
Bryce was the first to leave the room, followed closely by Sumr.
As they reached the living room, Bryce’s gaze caught Sumr’s belly in the corner of his eye.
Sumr was montarily stunned by his gaze.
Sensitively, she instinctively raised her hand to protect her belly.
That action made Bryce smile, "Second Uncle is just concerned about you."
"Really?" Sumr didn’t quite understand what kind of person he was, not close to him, but didn’t show much coldness either.
"Second Uncle has a good heart." She curled her lips slightly, then casually retreated back to Adrian’s side, her arm affectionately slipping through his elbow, "Honey, I still want to stay at Morning Garden."
"Alright." Adrian covered her hand with his, didn’t even stay for lunch at the Walyon Family, and together they walked out of the Walyon Family’s mansion.
Bryce silently watched the scene from behind, his gaze deepening...
...
It was still early, after returning ho, Sumr didn’t have work-related things to do, so she picked up her needle and continued knitting the baby’s clothes.
She had hardly done such things before, her skills poor, but she still wanted to knit by herself.
The baby’s little scarf, clothes, shoes, she wanted to make everything herself.
To Sumr Sutton, making them by hand carried much more aning than buying them.
Adrian was upstairs arranging the room.
The Walyon Family mansion had a nursery room ticulously arranged by him, but Morning Garden and Sutton Gardens didn’t.
For both Adrian and Sumr, only Morning Garden and Sutton Gardens truly felt like ho, the Walyon Family didn’t count.
Their real ho must have a prepared nursery room.
Sumr simply watched him as he ran up and down, even driving out to buy God knows what, busy for an entire day, by evening, Sumr tiptoed into the nursery for a look.
The room Adrian arranged was beautiful, choosing the nursery next to theirs, the room had a handmade crib, filled with stuffed animals that the baby would like, the room was adorned with various star-shaped lights, and the balcony boasted a vibrant wall of Julia Owens flowers.
And that was all done in just one day, even finishing the Julia Owens flower wall, which Sumr hadn’t imagined.
In the room, the lighting was hazy, the night wind softly wafting in the fragrance of flowers, the not-so-big nursery was transford through his hands into a beautiful world like out of a fairy tale.
Sumr stood in the room, quietly gazing at the scenes around her, her lips involuntarily curling into a gentle smile.
When it ca to fatherhood, Adrian was undoubtedly perfect.
In the future, if the two really had a daughter, he should spoil the baby indiscriminately, right?
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