Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 193

Sienna's POV

Looking towards the door, I saw Liam wearing a light blue shirt with his sleeves slightly folded up. He had a bit of slobber, possibly due to the wind chill.' He seemed exhausted, but the warmth of his smile and the constant gaze on me made my heart feel soft and pliable.

Liam closed the door behind him and asked, "Are you patient?"

My heart was racing, but I smiled and said no. “Not really, actually.” I just finished the kitchen.

"I have a good smell," his eyes fixed on the table. "Do you mean kebab?" raised his head.

I gave a nod and said: "I got there this afternoon. Vanilla Noah's favorite."

"Ah, good morning!" Noah's expression was. "Mommy, can I have some?"

“Of course, sweetheart. Are you okay with washing your hands first?

After saying "yes," he headed for the toilet.

Liam drew nearer as they came to a stop just before me.

His voice was almost hushed, as when he asked if 'you also got some for me.

I took a bite and looked at him before nodding off. "Won't you bewildered? I am aware that you have a preference for it.”

A slight smile washed over him, his feet bringing them closer together.

“Thank you, Sienna."

Although it was a straightforward question, his warm, gentle, and genuine expression left me speechless.

But Liam stood right up to me. He seemed interested in saying something but didn't do it. His gaze caught me closely as I picked up the second plate and placed it on the table. He smiled with a slight lift from the corner of his lips, but not fully smiling and still making my heart skip jinct.

Once more, he expressed his pleasure in "this is the meal you made."

His eyes met my gaze, I tried not to worry but with wings flying in my chest.

“It's just a simple cake. Nothing special."

“But you made it."

The words left him unresponsive, possibly due to their frankness.

I averted my gaze, feigning to tie up patchwork to hide the warmth in my cheeks.

"Liam, I'm getting carried away with the way things are going."

That's the way it sounds, as he whispered. It was nearly too soft to hear.

But I just waited for the breath to take hold.

How long have we been avoiding each other like strangers, with the occasional statement that would have calmed me down? Steps of silence interrupted the moment.

“Tadaa! Now that Noah's hands smell like soap!"

I felt a sense of relief or disappointment when Noah's beaming voice from the hallway brought to mind the end of our time with Liam.

He was exhilarated and my laughter grew warm inside me. "Are you truly thrilled?"

“Yes! Daddy needs to do it too!" he exclaimed, gesturing at Liam.

Liam tasted a piece. Before swallowing, he maintained a fixed stare and gave a ten-second glance before suddenly smiling.

“I think this cake is possibly the best you've ever made. And I almost had to laugh in fear.”

"You're expressing this through your hunger."

“I never saw it, so I said no," he whispered softly. "I said it because it's accurate."

We were both quiet for a short time. Quiet, but comforting.

This house had been completely unused for an extended period, and it felt like it was slowly returning to life.

As I looked at Liam, Noah kept talking about his school days and friends.

There was an alteration in his approach to me, of being gentler and more attentive than the previous one.

As if the separation between us was starting to crumble.

Cutting my cake from the side, I aimed for its gentle sweetness rather than inflicting a loud beating through my heart.

Noah's storytelling skills were rooted in small and mature themes that felt like grand adventures to him.

"Mika's robot was mentioned by him to be able to fly!"