Chapter 4


    Chapter 4 Are You Single, Pretty Lady?


    Hmm? Tessa was a little stunned to give an immediate response.


    “Prettydy, I want upsies,” the little boy repeated, this time with a bit more emphasis as he stared up


    at Tessa with wide eyes, which were lit with a childlike gleam.


    At the sight of how endearing he was, Tessa felt her heart melting, and she quickly picked him up. It


    was like holding a soft bundle, and as she carried him, she could pick up the faint powdery scent on


    him that made her want to nuzzle into his chubby cheek.


    She was inexplicably fond of the child as she smiled and said gently, “Hey, little guy, thanks for


    speaking up for me earlier.” Without him, she would never have been able to clear her name.


    Seemingly unfazed, the little boy shook his head and said with an air of impishness, “You’re wee. I


    did what I had to. Besides, I hate two-faced women like her.”


    Upon hearing this, Tessa was so entertained that sheughed. “Do you truly understand what it means


    to be two-faced when you’re only so young?”


    He nodded solemnly, his chubby face very grim as he replied, “Of course, I do. My uncle told me that a


    two-faced person is someone whose actions don’t match their words.”


    Tessa’s eyes curved into crescents. “Well, I’m impressed. You’re a very intelligent little boy, aren’t you?”


    Having gotten her praise, he flushed in embarrassment, though the way his eyes glittered betrayed his


    happiness even as he tried to act indifferent. In the end, he pursed his lips to keep himself from


    grinning, which only made him more adorable.


    Seeing him like this, Tessa couldn’t help but wonder if her own baby would turn out this adorable had


    she not been so cruelly separated from them at childbirth.


    She suddenly tightened her hold on the little boy, her motherly love practically overflowing. She was


    just about to speak when a voice interjected, “Young Master Gregory, the banquet is about to start. We


    must be leaving now, or the old master and the old madam will grow worried.”


    The little boy nodded when he heard this, then turned to say to Tessa, “Seeing as I’ve helped you out


    earlier, could you carry me over to my daddy? I’m tired, and I don’t want to walk anymore.”


    “Huh?” Taken aback by this, Tessa was somewhat hesitant as she pointed out, “But I still have to get


    ready for the performance, and besides, we’ve only just met. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to carry


    you all the way to where your parents are.”


    The little boy tightened his grip on her as he whined stubbornly, “No, if I say it’s appropriate, then it is!


    Also, how are you going to perform without a violin, prettydy?” His eyes grew to the size of saucers


    as a bright idea popped into his head, and he stared at Tessa in earnest as he quipped, “My grandma


    still has a violin to spare in her precious collection. If you carry me over, I’ll get her to lend it to you.”


    There was nothing morepelling than when a child stared at you with sparkly doe eyes, and Tessa


    found herself relenting after a brief second of doubt. “Very well, then. I’ll carry you over.”


    This evidently pleased the little boy to no end, for his soft little body slumped against her as he grinned


    with satisfaction. This prettydy has a really warm embrace, and she smells really nice, too, like how a


    mother would.


    Along the way, he asked aloud, “Are you single, prettydy?”


    “I am,” Tessa answered readily, ncing down at the child with affection. She was starting to like him


    more and more. “Why do you ask?”


    “Then you should definitely marry my daddy and be my mommy!”


    She couldn’t hide her shock. Isn’t this little guy’s father Nichs Sawyer, as in the president of Sawyer


    Group?


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    After Nichs’ retirement from the special forces, he only took two years to bring Sawyer Group to new


    heights. He was a man of legendary proportions in the business world, with a tenacity that matched his


    formidable reputation, not to mention how he ruled thepany with an iron fist. He wasn’t someone


    any ordinary person could trifle with, let alone Tessa.


    But now that the little boy has mentioned it… Unable to suppress her curiosity, she asked, “What about


    your mommy?”


    “I-I don’t have a mommy,” the little thing mumbled disappointedly with misty eyes. “I want you to be my


    mommy, prettydy.” As soon as he said this, he nuzzled into her, and she felt an overwhelming sense


    of reliance emanating from his tiny frame.


    Tessa couldn’t help her astonishment. As it turned out, the Little Prince of the Sawyer Family—the


    object of envy for many—did not have a mother.


    She wasn’t sure howplicated it was to keep a marriage in the world of the rich, but she knew that


    she only needed to hug the little boy tighter, as if tofort him with all her might. She wondered idly if


    the baby she never got to hold was sitting in some corner of the world missing his mother as well.


    …


    Meanwhile, over at the VIP lounge of the banquet hall, Nichs sat on the couch, looking like a finely


    carved statue. The ck suit he wore was painstakingly tailored to his lean and muscr frame,


    entuating his broad shoulders and perfect silhouette.


    His features were like a work of art by the heavens, and in his icy dark orbsy a bona fide intimidating


    indifference that seemed ingrained in his bones, much like his elegance.


    Presently, the air around him was startlingly cold.


    Standing in front of him in great despair was the second son of the Sawyer Family, Kieran Sawyer.


    Kieran had never felt more like he was standing before an iceberg than at that precise moment. Under


    Nichs’ piercing, dangerous gaze, he unconsciously gulped. “I swear, Nichs, I’ve already sent


    someone to look for him. Greg will be just fine! This whole yacht is ours, so no one would dare to even


    lay a finger on the boy!”


    “You better hope so, because if anything does happen to Greg, then you can bet that there’s nothing


    you can do to save your own skin!” With that, Nichs shot his brother a sharp look. “What are you


    standing here for? Get out and start looking for him!”


    “Yes, of course, right away!” Kieran replied with a shudder, then dashed out the door. He berated


    himself for having tried so hard to pick updies around the yacht that hepletely lost sight of


    Gregory.


    However, it didn’t take long for Kieran to return, and as he addressed Nichs, there was still fear in


    his eyes. “Nichs, Greg’s back!”