My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Auntie, I Like You

"Can you draw my name, too?"

"Of course. What’s your name?"

"Aidan Grant."

Cecelia Archer drew out his name, then she drew the names of all the servants in the Grant Family.

Aidan Grant’s initial wariness, even a bit of resistance, had transformed into a star-struck gaze.

He praised her sincerely, "You’re amazing. No wonder Candy Archer knows so many words. It turns out there’s a trick to it! Who taught you?"

Cecelia Archer said, "I’m self-taught. I’ve always liked drawing, ever since I was little. You’re so smart, if you study seriously, you’ll definitely learn faster than Candy."

Aidan Grant blinked. "Alright. I’ll reluctantly count that as you passing the first two tests. Now, I’m going to ask you some questions."

Cecelia watched him instantly switch back to his "little adult" persona, pretending to be serious, and she smiled gently.

"Ask away."

"What do you and Candy Archer do together every day? Do you give her a good-morning kiss when she wakes up? Do you make her breakfast? No lying!"

Cecelia answered truthfully, "Not just a good-morning kiss, we kiss many, many times a day. And of course I make her breakfast."

’Many, many times?’

Aidan Grant’s eyes widened. "Then do you tell her a story before bed? Do you punish her when she makes a mistake?"

"I tell her a story every day. But I’ve been too busy these past few days, so her godmother has been telling them. I’ve never punished her. For children your age, rewards are more important than punishment. Besides, Candy is a very well-behaved child. She almost never does anything wrong."

Aidan Grant’s expression suddenly darkened.

’Candy Archer is so lucky.’

’Not only does she get to kiss her mom and listen to her stories every day, but she also never gets scolded.’

’Are all moms in the world this gentle? Not like Dad.’

Sadly, he couldn’t even remember what his own mother looked like.

"If you become my teacher, will you tell me a story every day, too?"

Cecelia looked at his hopeful yet slightly evasive eyes, paused for a moment, and answered honestly, "No."

Aidan Grant was stunned.

Cecelia explained, "The tutor you’re looking for only comes on weekends, and only for an hour each time. Even if I become your teacher, I could only tell you stories on the weekends."

"But I don’t want a cold teacher who doesn’t say anything and just watches me practice my writing."

Aidan Grant suddenly pouted in frustration. "If you become my teacher, can you come to my house every day?"

’That’s probably not possible.’

He had to go to school during the day, and in the evening, Cecelia needed to be with her daughter. It was impossible for her to come to his house every day.

Being rejected so bluntly, Aidan Grant looked very disappointed.

"You don’t like me? You think our family isn’t paying enough? This is the first time I’ve ever met a teacher who doesn’t want to come to my house every day!"

’My previous teachers couldn’t wait to come over every day. It was only after I threw a fit that they switched to weekends.’

"It’s not that I don’t like you."

Seeing him pout with his cheeks puffed out, finally looking more like a child, Cecelia couldn’t help but touch his little face.

"On the contrary, you’re very cute and smart. I like you a lot. But I have my own child to take care of, so I’m afraid I can’t take this job. Many other smart and gentle teachers will come to teach you, and they’ll tell you stories."

"But I don’t want them! I only want you!"

Aidan Grant suddenly couldn’t hold it in anymore and blurted out his feelings for her.

In fact, seeing Candy Archer and her mother hugging in the hospital room yesterday had made him very envious. It even caused him to dream last night that his own mother was holding him.

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