The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 371

Third Person's POV

Sayer looked up, his expression stubborn. "But... I want you to be my mommy."

Trista gently pinched his chubby cheek. "Sayer, besides having a godmother, you're going to have a mom who loves you even more one day."

Sayer pursed his lips and his eyes darted around. He was clearly trying to process a decision he didn't particularly like.

Elias returned just in time to hear Trista setting the record straight on the titles.

He sat back down and backed her up in a gentle tone. "Sayer, listen to your godmother. She's still going to spoil you just like always."

Sayer pouted, clinging to Trista's arm. "If I call you Godmom, can I still go to your house on weekends to play with Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle Attwater?"

Trista smiled and held out her pinky to make a promise. "Of course you can."

Elias watched the two of them, looking a bit helpless. "Dr. Holmes, I'm sorry. Sayer is far too clingy. I hope he's not being a burden."

"Don't say that. Sayer and I just clicked."

Trista had a lot of respect for this father and son, and her tone became more relaxed. "Mr. Manwaring, if you ever need a hand with anything, just let me know."

Elias set down his fork, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips. "Dr. Holmes, calling me 'Mr. Manwaring' makes us sound like total strangers."

Trista blinked, momentarily losing her words.

Even though they'd only known each other a few months, Elias's character was beyond reproach.

Plus, since Sayer was calling her "Godmom," keeping him at "Mr. Manwaring" did feel a bit stiff.

But Elias was a disciplined, high-tier Alpha. He wasn't like Isaiah, whom she could joke with, or Alistair, whom she could bicker with like an uncle. He was the picture of decorum.

She hesitated for a long beat, unable to come up with a better way to address him.

Elias didn't pressure her; he just continued elegantly cutting his steak.

Trista bit the bullet. "Would it be... okay if I just stuck with 'Mr. Manwaring' for now?"

Elias set down his cutlery, his smile refined. "I was just making conversation. Don't overthink it."

Trista gripped her water glass.

"This guy always talks in circles," she thought. "If you aren't quick on the uptake, you'll miss his frequency entirely."

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