Matthew walked over and held him in his arms. His posture was awkward and unskillful.
He seldom had chances to hold the baby after it came back, so he was quite inexperienced.
He patted and swayed the baby gently, but the baby wasn’t calmed down. Instead, it cried more and more fiercely.
“Wah... Wah...”
Matthew wondered if the baby was hungry. He put it down and was about to make the formula milk. Right then, Coral came back. Seeing the baby weeping so hard, she asked, “What happened?”
Matthew said, “Probably he’s hungry...”
“He has just had some milk before sleeping. I don’t think he’s hungry.” Coral held the weeping baby in her arms.
Matthew made the formula milk and passed it to the baby, but he refused to take it.
“See? I’ve told you he’s not hungry.” Coral put the baby on the bed and took off the one-piece clothing for him and opened the diaper. Same as she had thought...
Matthew watched her while standing aside.
He didn’t know what he could do.
Coral got some water, wiped the baby with a wet towel, and washed his butt with the warm water.
After she changed the clean diaper for the baby, the little fellow stopped crying. Rarely, he didn’t fall asleep. Instead, he widened his eyes and stared at the man who was looking at him.
Since they were afraid the disposable diaper could cause rashes, so they used the diaper cloths for the baby. Coral needed to wash the changed diaper, so she took the basin of water together downstairs.
Matthew sat down on the edge of the bed, and the little baby looked over at him. A one-month-old baby couldn’t see anything that was too far away, so he could only stare at the thing in a short distance.
Matthew waved his hand in front of the baby, who followed the movements curiously as if the baby was wondering what it was.
Later, he heard some footsteps toward upstairs. Then Dolores pushed the door open and came in.
She put down the purse and case a glance at her son. “Armand hired a young nanny.”
When she went to see Theresa, only Armand was there. It was that nanny who delivered the dinner to Theresa. Elizabeth seemed to like the nanny a lot, kept calling her name.
Matthew had no interest in such a matter, still gazing at his son.
Dolores patted him. “I’m talking to you.”
Matthew said, “I know Armand has hired a young nanny. What does it have anything to do with me?”
Dolores choked up.
She sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said, “Let’s find a young and pretty nanny for ourselves as well, shall we?”
Matthew curled up his lips into a smile. “Man or woman?”
Dolores asked, “Which one do you prefer? Man or woman?”
“What about a woman?...”
Before he finishes speaking, he felt a pinch on his waist.
Matthew whispered, “Are you trying to kill your dear husband?”
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