Chapter 162

The moment the topic of children came up, Peterson instantly regretted it. But the words were out of his mouth and he was clueless how to deal with it, so he just looked at Seraphina silently.

Seraphina’s face was calm. After a while, she let out a gentle laugh. “Before you said those words, I thought you didn’t give a damn”

Back then, Peterson was head over heels for her, pursuing her like a man possessed Seraphina, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about him, going out of her way to avoid him. Just when Peterson was on the verge of giving up, he stumbled upon Betty

After finding out about Betty, Peterson went MIA for a couple of days. When he showed up again, he pursued Seraphina even harder than before.

She was in her early twenties then, juggling her studies while taking care of Betty. Life was tough but Peterson came along.

He truly cherished Betty, being very patient and attentive, always finding ways to make her happy.

Betty was fond of him, but Peterson was only present in her short life for six months.

Half a year later, Betty passed away. Peterson then shifted all his attention to Seraphina, spoiling her as he did Betty.

So Seraphina thought, he really didn’t care.

But his nonchalant façade couldn’t hide his genuine concern for her.

“Sera, I… Peterson wanted to explain, but he was at a loss for words.

eyes, while courting me, children are tools for you to use, and when you’re angry,

his voice hoarse,

shook off his hand, her eyes growing cold, “Are you done?”

at her, took a long pause

didn’t respond, she got up

her, wrapping her tightly in his arms

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know you’re mad at me, blaming me… but you know how much I care about you…” Peterson’s head buried in the crook of her neck, his voice low and husky, “Can you

at the sky outside the window, let out a soft sigh, “Peterson, if you had told me all this before you started with Ms. Whitman, I might

back to the apartment, Seraphina was on the living room

said with a smile,

her task while Leandro walked to the couch, his gaze resting on Seraphina’s calm profile for a long

at him again, “Mr. Reynolds, this is your son’s homework. Aren’t you

a DIY storage cabinet with drawers, a task seemingly beyond both Seraphina’s and Valerio’s abilities.

ease, and the cabinet neared completion. Seraphina simply watched, not contributing, while Valerio eagerly assisted, handing tools to Leandro as needed.

silence, only looking up at Valerio when it was

the cabinet time and again, showing the flexible

reached out

at Seraphina

and met his gaze, “Mr. Reynolds, do you have something to say?”

filled with too many emotions or devoid of any, Seraphina couldn’t

further, she patted Valerio’s butt, “Alright, time for

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