Evelyn Sherman bit her lips and hesitated for a few seconds. "I hope you can take care of him for a few days."
"Take care of him?" Charlie Austin was taken aback, glancing at her in surprise.
Seeing Evelyn's troubled face, he didn't ask further, but promptly nods, "Alright, if you trust me, feel free to leave him to me, I'll take good care of him. "
"Thank you, brother Charlie." Evelyn gratefully looked at him.
"No need to be so formal with me. Let's just have some coffee." Charlie didn't inquire further. He quietly lifted his coffee cup, yet his gaze was fixed on the little tyke in her lap.
Harry has a delicate face, hardly identifiable by those who've not met Chester Yale. However, anyone familiar with Chester would instantly recognize the father and son as doppelgangers.
Charlie, his coffee cup in hand, tightens slightly, his gaze deepening even further as a hint of jealousy finds its home.
