Xander sneered. "To what do I owe this pleasure of having someone of Mr. Grant’s status come over and visit Nimue?"
"That’s enough now." I walked in while pushing his arm. "It's going to be New Year’s Eve soon, let's not argue."
Xander snorted coldly without saying anything else.
He handed the child and milk bottle to me before returning to his room.
The little guy probably remembered me and was not afraid of me because his hands kept grabbing at my face. He was giggling away in delight.
Theo was a little lost in thought looking at the child and subconsciously reached out his hand toward Nimue's face. However, he suddenly retracted his hand again.
Men were always nervous in front of newborns. In their eyes, an infant was simply too fragile, hence most of them were afraid of touching them for fear of hurting them.
I was afraid of touching Nimue the first time I saw him too, not to mention men.
I grabbed Nimue's hand and shook it. "It's okay, he’s
not made of clay. You can touch him."
Theo pursed his lips and reached out his hand once more, touching Nimue’s tender face while smiling. " He's pretty fun.”
I twitched my mouth. "He's adorable, you mean?"
Fun?
Was a baby meant to be toyed with?
Unable to understand what Theo was really thinking about, I took the child away from him before his abnormal way of thinking got to Nimue.
Theo sat on the sofa staring fixedly at Nimue. After staring for a very long time, he asked, "Mason's?"
"Huh?" I did not expect him to ask this question and was momentarily flustered. "What Mason’s?"
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