novelraw Chapter 452: Is this bloodline?
Chapter 452: Is this bloodline?
At a young age, little Erin displayed the inherited bad habits from Edward Stephens—capricious, opinionated, obstinate, and a darn grudge-holder!
She’d rather go out and play with a stranger named Edward Stephens than go home with her. This little rascal is so petty.
Seeing her face turn livid, James Shelton blinked and waved a hand in front of Daisy Ginger: "How about I drive now to bring Erin back?"
Daisy Ginger felt somewhat powerless and stood there without saying a word.
Little Erin isn’t usually a sociable child. This was the first time since his birth that he willingly went out with someone he’d only known for a few days.
Thinking of those bad habits inherited from Edward Stephens, Daisy Ginger felt a faint stomachache—
Is this what they call blood ties?
Clearly, he wasn’t raised by him from a young age, and he didn’t really know him, but inexplicably, little Erin seemed closer to Edward Stephens than to James Shelton.
For the first time, Daisy Ginger felt the inconvenience of blood relations.
"Forget it." Lacking much energy, she supported her weak waist and sat on the sofa. Having just been feverish, although the fever was gone, her deep vigor and physical strength had also ebbed away with it.
Edward Stephens now thinks Erin is the child of her and James Shelton, so he probably wouldn’t be so narcissistic as to think little Erin looks like him.
Moreover, she felt that little Erin looked more like her.
Daisy Ginger propped her head up and thought for a moment, then said to James Shelton: "Let me rest for a while, remember to wake me when Erin gets back."
James Shelton looked at her weary face, knowing she must have been exhausted recently from the film company business. A hint of heartache flitted across his gentle eyes.
Softly responding "Understood," he quietly exited the bedroom, standing at the door, watching Daisy Ginger for a while.
Daisy Ginger leaned against the sofa with her face propped up; the white nightgown fit perfectly, outlining her slim waistline. The person who bought this nightgown must be extremely familiar with her figure.
She closed her eyes, her thick hair cascading down, casting shadows over her pale face, and even her lips lacked color.
Her long slender legs casually crossed, stretched out on the sofa, ankle bones visibly clear, as if they could break with a gentle grip.
She probably didn’t realize just how much her vulnerable appearance at this moment evoked pity from men.
James Shelton slowly closed the door and then walked to the windowsill, peering through the clear glass at the ominously clouded distance.
Then, he silently lit a cigarette.
*
The dessert shop.
Edward Stephens brought little Erin over and casually said, "Choose what you want to eat yourself."
Little Erin, carrying his art board, seriously examined the desserts in the shop, taking a long time without making a choice.
Edward Stephens looked at him, "What’s wrong, don’t like sweets?"
Little Erin shook his head, "Haven’t decided yet."
"Hasn’t Daisy Ginger ever brought you here?"
"She says eating sweets causes cavities."
Thinking of that woman, Edward Stephens scoffed, then said blandly, "One won’t hurt."
Finally, little Erin, carrying his art board, chose a strawberry flavored ice cream very seriously.
Edward Stephens was slightly taken aback seeing him take this long to choose that particular flavor.
Little Erin looked at him cautiously, thinking he disagreed with him eating ice cream on such a cold day, pursed his little lips, and asked softly, "Is it not okay?"
"It’s fine." Edward Stephens ruffled his head, paid the bill, and then took little Erin to sit in the dessert shop.
He just felt that, indeed, he’s her son; even in tastes, it’s inherited.
The ice cream was served quickly, and little Erin began eating it earnestly with a small spoon.
Edward Stephens noticed that the child focused on everything he did, whether eating a dessert or painting, hardly blinking his eyes.
He asked the server for a glass of juice, finding it amusing that he chose to casually go out with this little rascal instead of going to his study this afternoon.
"You don’t like Daisy Ginger anymore?" he propped his face, looking at the little rascal, and asked.
Little Erin lifted his head, an aloof expression, shook his head.
"Not at all." He told Edward Stephens, "I love Daisy Ginger, more than anyone."
Edward Stephens couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to tousle his fuzzy head.
Indeed still a mommy’s little boy.
"Then why don’t you go home with her? She came all the way to pick you up, but you ran off with me, she’ll be upset."
"If I just go back with her like this, she’ll definitely still forget my birthday next time." Little Erin lowered his head, his voice sounding a bit muffled, "I want to spend my birthday with her."
Edward Stephens stared a bit surprised at Erin.
This child is so clever, even knowing to use such a silent treatment method to make Daisy Ginger remember, he couldn’t help but laugh, asked, "Are you really just over two years old?"
This level of intelligence and emotional intelligence is hardly what a child under three typically possesses.
Seeing him paint, he’d already recognized his talent far exceeding others his age, and now seeing him scheming against Daisy Ginger, he found it somewhat bewildering.
Really precocious, was Daisy Ginger this smart when she was young?
Little Erin looked up at him, not too pleased, and pouted, "I’m already three!"
Kids don’t like adults calling them young, Edward Stephens chuckled lightly, looking at Erin, thinking, having such a lovely, adorable son, Daisy Ginger’s past four years probably have been happier than his.
"Alright, once you finish eating, we’ll go home." Edward Stephens leaned against the back of the chair, said blandly.
However, little Erin refused to go home.
After finishing the ice cream, he requested to ride the carousel at the entertainment center downtown, and after the carousel, he wanted Edward Stephens to accompany him to the stationery store to buy paints and brushes.
Edward Stephens always considered himself as someone without much patience for children. In the Stephens family, George Stephens never dared to come to him alone; he felt no affection for him, thinking it was because he didn’t like kids.
But accompanying little Erin in the stationery store, choosing brushes and art supplies for over half an hour, watching the child with an experienced air comparing each brush’s bristles and prices, he found he didn’t feel bored at all, even felt it wouldn’t matter to continue shopping with him.
Maybe it’s because that fondness for Daisy Ginger somewhat transferred to Erin, making him not feel impatient.
It wasn’t until dusk that Edward Stephens and Erin ate dinner at a western restaurant, only then did James Shelton personally call to ask when he would return, making Edward Stephens suddenly realize—he really spent too much time on Erin.
Perhaps it’s because he once hoped to have a child with Daisy Ginger but couldn’t have one due to various reasons. Now seeing Erin, he couldn’t help but project that longing onto Erin.