The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back (Thalassa and Kris) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207
Kris couldn't take his eyes off Alex, mesmerized by every giggle, every smile. His heart swelled as he played with his son, savoring the simple joy of pushing toy cars back and forth.

For hours, they sat there, Kris losing himself in the world of his child. He cherished each small moment as Alex’s childish laughter rang out, bright and innocent. It made him forget, even if briefly, the storm raging inside him.

Betty’s voice broke the peaceful bubble. “Time for dinner,” she said softly, her tone almost apologetic for interrupting the moment.

Kris looked up, blinking as reality returned. "Good," he said, standing up with Alex in his arms. “I want to feed him.”

Betty raised a brow. “Have you done this before?”

Kris smiled, the sadness behind his eyes briefly masked. "I have a daughter... she's only two months younger than Alex. I used to feed her all the time."

Betty’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, Alex usually likes to eat by himself.” Betty laughed gently. “He’s convinced he’s a grown man already.”

Kris chuckled along with her. “He already is, isn’t he?” His voice dropped as he ran a hand through Alex’s soft hair, feeling a pang in his chest at how much he’d missed.

They moved to the dining table, where Thalassa was absent. Betty strapped Alex into his toddler booster seat.

“I’ll go get Thalassa.” She said, but just as she was about to leave, she paused. “Ah, there she is.”

Kris stiffened as he looked up to find Thalassa approaching the table. Their eyes met for a moment before Kris quickly looked away, focusing instead on Alex.

Thalassa took the seat opposite Alex, and Betty took the head chair. Betty served a dinner of roast chicken with small, chopped pieces for Alex, who gleefully dug into his meal, oblivious to the thick tension around him.

Dinner was an awkward affair. The table was filled with tensed silence as Thalassa and Kris did their best to avoid glancing at each other.

The only sounds that broke the silence were Alex’s giggles and the clumsy clatter of his fork as he made a mess of his plate. Kris found himself smiling at the boy’s antics, but it was a bittersweet smile.

When dinner was over, Betty stood and started gathering the plates. “Kris, would you mind helping me clear the table?”

Kris nodded. Getting up, he grabbed his and Alex’s dishes and followed her into the kitchen. As he set the plates down, he turned to leave, but Betty stopped him with a firm hand on his arm.