With that thought, he picked up Lulu and headed for the sofa.
"Uncle Aidan, let's sit there," Little Lulu pointed to where she was sitting before.
The man paused briefly, only then noticing, another boy was sitting on the sofa.
He was slightly looking up, gazing at him.
The boy's deep blue eyes, identical to Lulu's, were filled with complex, indescribable emotions as he stared at him.
Compared to Lulu's clear, innocent peach-blossom eyes that seemed to hide nothing.
The little boy's deep blue eyes were like the ocean, mysterious and profound.
Narrow blue eyes that held a calmness and wisdom unbefitting his age.
Aidan Lucas reined in the fierce aura he had released while locking eyes with Richard Coldwell and Larry Scott.
He purposely softened his gaze.
One glance at the boy's signature blue eyes, and his identity was easy to guess.
The man adopted the tone he used to coax Lulu, hoping to win over Little Abbie as well.
