Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

At this thought, Jeremy’s gaze landed on the remaining half of the cake.

Yvonne, standing on her tiptoes, grinned widely, Jeremy, cut here! This piece is the prettiest!”

94

Jeremy followed her request, cutting the most delicate slice of cake. He grabbed a knife and fork from the tray, mumbled something to the little one, and then turned to walk out.

Charles’s room was at the end of the hallway, oddly quiet.

Jeremy knocked softly, then gave it another tap. After a second, the door handle slowly turned, and the white door creaked

open without a sound.

Standing in the doorway, he held the small cake with both hands and softly called out, “Hey, Charles”

Charles glanced at the cake in his hands, his long lashes fluttering just a little, but he didn’t say anything

Jeremy cleared his throat, “Uh, this is the cake I got for Yvonne tonight. Want to try a bite?” He paused, then added with a smirk. It’s super sweet”

Charles lifted his eyes, then asked, as if out of nowhere, “Her name’s Yvonne?”

“Yeah. Mentioning Yvonne made Jeremy’s words come our fast. I went to the orphanage with Dad this morning to adopt her. She’s really well–behaved. By the way, have you met her?”

Charles, resting his hand against his lips, coughed a few times, his voice quiet. “Yeah, I’ve seen her. In the garden.”

“Oh, okay.”

The silence fell again.

It wasn’t until a while later that Jeremy finally spoke up to break the awkward pause. “Well, if you don’t want the cake. I’ll just take it out.”

He was fully ready for rejection, but to his surprise, Charles raised his hand and, with an almost delicate motion, took the cake from him. Thanks.”

After the door clicked shut, Jeremy stood frozen for a while, not quite able to process what had just happened.

He hadn’t expected Charles to actually accept the cake, and even thank him.

His hand, which had been hanging at his side, unconsciously tightened into a fist, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

didn’t return, so it was just Yvonne and Jeremy at the table.

help herself.

casually turned to answer, “Well, when work’s crazy, sometimes he doesn’t get

lowered her eyes and stared at her bowl, not saying

a healthy appetite at dinner–she hadn’t eaten much

already seven. Jeremy had to go out for something, and

1/3

Tue, 25 Mar

Chapter &

the balcony, and wared

With nothing

had looked party or dead in the morning to sound whe wings we

evening, its leaves owaying lady in the

the brave sgmasking with down in die dingeng money get better soon. You’ve gotta muke Churle happy shay

in lease against her finger the young sex ante lug

of its leaves goose, a

ina Randi

now, the day roots seemed to be puling with fresh lite, sending

looked frostbatten betoon were now manding price onent for your and you kn enough, you could smell the fittest, sweetest

stood there, holding the branches just like the

little green yers on her were able to bring glans week to the soveting

room, she noticed the vibrace roses in a vase on the sable Liften had plant them there

steps, her small hands gently reading the story docet ind

against it, a soft green glow

stunning now seemed almost sinfd in its heavy–whery, mod and dripping with code I trigger exploded through the room, saturating the

the towers stay for longer has

to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then dipped sader the

least, until hunger came

darknes

growl startled her awake. Groggy, she

warm glow of the

was starving Then she remembered–the cake. The one from arber

ne

insisted on keeping it. If the remembered right, it should

downstain.

peeking outside like a cautious little cat. The hallway lights were still on the place was dead

a seasoned thief, she slipped out, her bare feet making no sound against the floor. The inving room was dark except for a faint nightlight, casting just enough glow to make out the

fridge, pried open the heavy door, and scanned the shelves. There–her cake, sitting ugly