Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 224

Sienna’s POV

Before Noah enthusiasm could subside he went on, “And Noah wants to take part in math classes well.”

I glanced. “What? Math lessons? You’re interested?

He agreed wholeheartedly. “Yes!”

I restrained a grin. “You constantly claim to dislike math.

What makes you want to take lessons?”

Noah’s expression grew solemn. “Because Noah aims to master math.”

His voice resembled that of a hero declaring his intent to slay a dragon protecting the entrance to a realm. His eyes were wide, brimming with resolve.

I couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Overcome it?”

“Absolutely!” he declared. “Math is terrible Mommy. It gives Noah a headache.”

He tapped his temple. “This is where it goes ‘dug dug dug’ whenever there are numbers.”

I chuckled more because his look was genuinely miserable. “Is that the reason you’re seeking lessons?”

Noah responded with the sweetest earnestness I had ever observed.Kevin mentioned that when something frightens us we must confront it rather than flee.

I paused quietly for a moment. I hadn’t anticipated profound insight to emerge from a first grader via his friend.

Then Noah said, “If I become good at math you will be proud of me, right?”

My heart softened immediately.

I observed him via the mirror. He grinned. I understood the smile sprung from his modest wish to make Liam and me proud.

A child young had already experienced the feeling of striving for the ones he cherished.

“Noah.” I whispered gently. “Mommy is proud of you already, without any lessons.”

“Seriously?” His eyes grew larger.

I nodded. “Yes. Mommy feels proud because you consistently make an effort and you are always kind. You have a constant desire to learn.”

He appeared to ponder that for a moment then grinned broadly that his eyes became tiny crescents.

“Am I still able to participate in the lessons?”

I chuckled. “Naturally. Mommy will have a word withDaddy afterward alright?”

“Yayyy!!”

He began humming his tone even happier as if the universe had just granted him the right to be both a math genius and a taekwondo fighter.

I continued to drive, smiling. Inside me a warmth unfolded.

Noah consistently found a method to brighten the day.

Each small resolve of his strengthened my belief that I was nurturing a remarkable child.

The journey went on quietly. Noah kept humming though now without any motions rattling his chair. His tone was

• soft, like a murmur intended for no specific listener.

From time to time he tapped his feet in his tempo. I sensed it as tremors through the back seat.

“Oh no Mommy didn’t remember to get Noah’s yogurt.” | whispered to myself.

Noah quickly inclined his body slightly. “The peach-colored one?”

“Yes. Mommy neglected to place it in the trolley.”

No objections. Noah merely smiled gently. “That’s alright.

Kids strolled back from school giggling beside the pavements. An ice cream seller slowly moved his cart and a few mothers carried shopping bags heading to their homes.

“Noah, do you want something to eat?” I inquired as I activated the turn signal.

“A bit,” he mentioned, theatrically massaging his belly.” Noah is able to consume three loaves.”

“Wow that’s quite a bit. Daddy is going to be amazed.”

“So Daddy will be proud!” he exclaimed, chuckling.

I chuckled well.

“Mommy is going to prepare a sandwich for you once we arrive home.”

“I’d like the one containing egg!. Cheeeese.”

“Alright, Mr. Chef.”

Noah’s tone grew gentle, drowsy yet content. “Okaaay.”

I looked at the mirror, his eyelids were drooping, his head leaning against the seat cushion.The vehicle gradually passed through the entrance of the housing complex.

The homes were arranged in orderly lines. Foliage moved gently in the dusk wind.

A subtle scent of food wafting from a home perhaps stir-fry perhaps soup permeated the atmosphere creating a cozy ambiance.

“Noah,” I said softly.

“Hm?” he answered, drowsily.

“We are there.”

“Okay.”

His voice came out like a little murmur from someone who felt completely safe.