Chapter 508
Chapter 508
Hearing Ste’s exnation, I finally heaved a sigh of relief, albeit secretly.
This chatterbox definitely couldn’t be let in on the real deal. She just couldn’t keep a
secret.
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“Could be. I mean, I’m a sucker for a good looker, and guess they are too.” I casually
chimed in.
Just then, a different nurse arrived. She was a bit older and probably more experienced. She asked me
where my child was, and Neil’s voice echoed from a nearby distance, “Over
here.”
Serena was nestled cozily in his arms, asionally gazing up at him with a lively smile. The sight was
rather heartwarming, reminiscent of a father-daughter bond.
Ste’s eyes were darting around. Her biggest hobby had been gossiping. If something felt off, she just
had to stick her nose in it.
“Maybe the mother should be holding her.” the nurse suggested to Neil, “Moms usually have a better
touch.”
I reached out to take Serena from Neil’s arms. As the nurse was instructing me on how to hold her for
the injection, Neil suddenly voiced his concern, “Will this be a one-shot deal?”
The nurse hesitated for a second. The marks from the previous jab were still evident on Serena’s
forehead. She appeared somewhat embarrassed, “The previous nurse was a bit jittery due tock of
experience. I can assure you that I’ll get it right the first time.”
Neil’s stern look softened a bit upon hearing this. He seemed even more concerned for Serena than I
was, though I had no proof of this.
This time, thankfully, the procedure was sessful. Serena let out a small cry, but at least the IV was
now in ce. I carried her to the IV room, which was deserted at thiste hour. There were only me,
Serena, Ste, and Neil.
Brandon was still at Ste’s ce, who herself was a mother of three. I suggested that she should
head back first, “Ste, why don’t you head back home? I’ll take a cab once
Serena’s done with her fluids.”
“Why taking a cab?” Ste’s gazended on Neil as she retorted, “Isn’t there a ready-made driver right
here?*
Neil was engrossed in his phone, seemingly replying to some messages. At Ste’s
words, he lifted his gaze, neither agreeing nor refusing outright
Ste inquired, “Neil, are you in a hurry to get back?”
“No.” Neil replied
“Great, then could you please see this good deed through and drop Rena and the kid at my ce
“Uh-huh,” Neil responded curtly, without uttering a single unnecessary word. He and Ste always
seemed to sh, Conversation was always limited between them.
I was worried that it was dangerous and inconvenient for Ste to head back alone, as she would need
a cab or someone else to pick her up. So, I mustered up the courage to ask Neil if he could drop her off
first.
To my surprise, Ste instantly declined, “No need. I don’t get along with this guy. I fear it might bring
bad luck if I ride in his car!”
Neil’s expression darkened as he retorted coldly, “Good. I wasn’t nning on offering a ride anyway.”
“Hmph,” Ste grunted before hastily exiting, leaving just Neil, Serena, and me in the IV
room.
I was feeling quite tired, and the alcohol was making my head swim slightly. But I had to hold Serena,
so I struggled to keep my eyes open.
The false eyshes Ste had applied were too dense and were starting to loosen, obstructing my
vision. The difort forced me to blink incessantly.
“You’ve got a twitch in your eye?” Neil noticed my strange behavior and asked bluntly.
“No!” I quickly lifted my gaze to look at Neil, causing the right eysh to dislodge partially, leaving only
a bit of glue stuck to my eyeliner.
There was an awkward pause. Neil, seated quite close to me and without any vision impairment, had a
clear view of the false eysh dangling from my eye.
He extended his hand, gently pinching the false eysh, and pulled it off in one swift
motion.
“These things don’t suit you,” Neil tossed the false eysh into the trash can beforementing on my
make-up, “Your style is different from Ste’s, no need to force yourself into this spicy, seductive look.”
His words made me feel a bit awkward. Indeed, the look didn’t suit me. But Ste wanted
me to try it out, and I didn’t refuse.
But what did he have to do with it?
With that thought, my embarrassment evaporated, and I responded nonchntly, “I don’t see how it’s
any of your business”
“True, it’s not.” Neil’s words were barely out when his hand deftly yanked off the other false eysh.
The sudden pain caught me off guard, making me gasp.
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I would have let out a string of expletives if I wasn’t worried about waking Serena.
Biting back my anger, I questioned him, “Neil, are you out of your mind? Couldn’t you have given a
heads up before ripping it off?”
At my words, Serena woke up and started crying. It seemed she was ufortable. I smelled a whiff
and immediately realized she might have got a diarrhea again.
In such a situation, it would be impossible for me to handle it alone. I needed someone to hold Serena
to prevent the needle from dislodging.
Seeing my predicament, Neil reached out to take Serena from me, even before I had a chance to ask.
The nanny had packed some diapers and wipes, making things a bit easier. As I bent over to change
Serena’s diaper, I reminded Neil without lifting my head, “It’s a bit stinky. Bear with it.”
“Mm-hmm,” Neil responded simply.
I thought he would be repulsed. After all, in his mind, this was not his child.
Yet, throughout the process, Neil didn’t so much as wrinkle his brow or turn away to avoid the smell.
Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on my hands and finallymented, “You seem quite adept at this.”
“Duh, if I can’t change a diaper after half a year, do I even qualify as a parent?” I responded matter-of-
factly.
“I don’t know how to do these things.” Neil suddenly blurted out.
“It’s fine if you don’t. Hiram’s grown up now. He doesn’t need you to change his diapers.” 1 replied,
finding his statement rather strange.
But Neil didn’t seem too pleased with my response. He retorted, “It’s not too hard to learn.” I couldn’t
fathom why he wanted to learn to change diapers.
But I didn’t have the energy to guess. Serena had her diaper changed, but she still seemed
ufortable. I needed to hold her and walk around a bit to distract her.
“I’ll grab the IV stand.” Neil, seemingly aware of my intentions, took the stand on which drip bag was
hanged. “Let’s carry her around a bit. It might make her feel better.”
I gave him a silent nce, said nothing, and began to walk around. I cradled the child in my arms, and
she seemed to rx a bit as soon as I started moving. She asionally looked around, her eyes filled
with curiosity about everything in sight.