Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 513

Chapter 513

I started to feel anxious.

In the pit of my stomach, a voice was screaming at me that Neil knew everything about the kids!

But in the next moment, his words deflated my fears. “Only if his family doesn’t accept your two kids, considering the Dawson family never approved of your affair”

“Hmm, I don’t care, that could be a reason.” I let out a sigh of relief.

Neil remained silent, his gaze locked on me, as if trying to see through me. Just then, Stella came out, cradling Serena in her arms, “Rena, what’s wrong with your little princess? She suddenly started crying.”

Serena’s tiny face was flushed red from crying, her mouth pouted, tears pouring down her cheeks like crystal beads, her crying was heartbreakingly pitiful.

I hurriedly got up to take Serena, but the little one seemed to know Neil was there. Her eyes were fixed on him. She continued whimpering in my arms and made her look more miserable.

Was my motherly embrace not comforting enough? This six-month-old baby, barely learning to sit, had already mastered the art of looking pitiful?

As Neil’s gaze met Serena’s, he immediately stood up and reached out, taking Serena from my arms.

Stella’s eyes widened at the scene, and once more, something magical happened. As soon as Serena was in Neil’s arms, she instantly calmed down and seemed delighted.

“This…this is impossible.” Stella’s petite face was filled with confusion.

But I could understand. It was probably a blood connection.

Neil walked out with Serena in his arms, strolling around the yard, while I went back inside to bring out Brandon. The sun had risen. It was a perfect time for a bit of sunbathing.

On the white bench in the yard, Neil held Serena on his lap, supporting her tiny arms and helping her sit up.

Neil’s actions were gentle, his face filled with indulgent smiles as he looked at Serena. For a moment, I was taken aback. Was this how one should look at someone else’s child?

Stella brought out the mat and her three kids, setting them up in the yard to play. She .juggled between caring for the kids and stealing glances at Neil.

And then she looked at Brandon.

This made me feel anxious because Brandon and Neil looked uncannily similar.

“Rena, come here.” Stella couldn’t hold it in any longer. She pulled me to a corner and bluntly asked, “Tell me the truth. Are they really Russel’s children?”

I was taken aback, “Otherwise?”

“Why do they look more and more like Neil? Damn…” Stella was pretty straightforward, and we were close, so she didn’t beat around the bush.

“No!” I vehemently denied, thinking of Neil’s words that if the kids were his, he’d take them away. My heart was filled with unease.