Billionaire's Regret Finding Her (Caitlin and Sebastian) novel Chapter 12

The little boy, with tears still clinging to his lashes, picked up the spoon and began eating the rest of the meal on his own.

“Howard!”

Caitlin’s heart swelled with a bittersweet ache. So that’s why he cried? It was the first time he’d ever eaten a meal his mommy cooked—it must have touched him deeply.

“If you like my cooking, Mommy will make it for you every day, okay?”

Howard glanced at her, lifted his little arm to wipe away his tears, and nodded.

I need to get it together! Howard thought. Why had he already cried twice since seeing his mommy? He felt like he wasn’t acting like a proper little man at all.

Seeing her son eat every last bite, not leaving even a single grain of rice on the plate, Caitlin clapped her hands in delight. She stroked his little head and said warmly, “Good job, Howard! You finished everything Mommy made for you. What a good boy you are!”

Sebastian, overhearing, couldn’t hold back his skepticism. “Impossible. You must have forced him to eat it.”

Caitlin turned to him, her patience already thin. “Mr. Vanderbilt, when did I force him to eat? Howard liked my cooking so much that he finished it all on his own. That’s proof that it’s delicious. Didn’t you smell the aroma of the food? Or has your nose been damaged along with everything else?”

Sebastian frowned, irritated. His sense of smell was perfectly fine—too fine, in fact. The scent of the meal had been tantalizing, making him swallow involuntarily more than once.

And his stomach? It was growling now, loudly protesting his earlier refusal.

Caitlin, noticing his discomfort, smirked. “Howard’s done eating. Should I bring you your meal, Mr. Vanderbilt? Or should I just clear everything away?”

Hearing her footsteps fade, Sebastian couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Wait!” he called out, his pride wavering. “Did I say I wouldn’t eat?”

“You did, just a moment ago,” Caitlin teased, clearly enjoying his predicament.

“That was then; this is now!” Sebastian snapped, pounding the bed in frustration. “Bring me the food!”

Caitlin bit back a laugh as she set the food on the bedside table. She leaned in to prop him up, placing two pillows behind his back to support him.

As her arm brushed against his cheek and neck, Sebastian felt an electric jolt. Her skin was soft, her touch cool.

And then there was that scent—light, clean, and oddly familiar. He couldn’t place where he’d smelled it before.

“Open your mouth,” Caitlin instructed, holding a spoonful of rice porridge near his lips.

Sebastian stubbornly kept his mouth shut, his brows furrowed in defiance.

“What now, Mr. Vanderbilt? You were just demanding food, and now you won’t eat?”

“I don’t want you feeding me,” he grumbled, his pride flaring up again.

“Suit yourself,” Caitlin said, setting the spoon down.

Sebastian tried to grab for the bowl himself, only to flail helplessly in the air.

“Mr. Vanderbilt, you can’t see a thing, and you can’t even find the bowl. Are you really sure you want to feed yourself?”

His face darkened with frustration, and after a tense moment, he muttered, “Fine. Feed me.”

Caitlin chuckled and resumed her task. As Sebastian took his first bite, he frowned. “What is this?”

“Rice porridge.”

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