Anna Jadwin's eyes suddenly blurred, and seizing his little hand, she cradled it gently in her palms.
"Leo..." She uttered in a deep nasal tone, "When did you get here?"
"Er... that..." Leo panicked, looking at Anna's reddening eyes, "Momom, don't cry!"
A blast of cold air arrived timely from the door, sending a chill through the room.
Wayne Bailey held a bottle in his hand, his face dark as he watched Anna's hands holding Leo's.
Early this morning, the little guy woke up crying he was hungry, wanting milk.
Without any servants around, Wayne Bailey himself had to do the job.
How was he to know that the moment he turned around, Anna would wake up-
Upon seeing Wayne Bailey, Anna Jadwin looked coldly at him: "What are you doing in my house? Who let you in?"
Wayne Bailey responded coldly: "Ms. Jadwin seems to forget that she promised yesterday to take care of my son."
The masculine man walked over to the sickbed, towering over her.
