The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 120

After Lucy had gone to work, back at the estate, Wyatt stayed home to play with Seven.

At just over twenty, he originally had no feeling for children. When he first learned of Seven's existence, it had taken him quite a while to digest the fact.

Now, while part of his care for the child was loving the house and its crow, it was mostly because Seven himself was simply too cute.

Wyatt watched the little guy wobbling on his balance bike and teased him softly, "Uncle is leaving tomorrow. Will you miss me?"

Seven stopped immediately, looked over with his large, spirited eyes, grinned, and answered crisply, "Miss!"

Then he scooted his bike over to Wyatt, raised his soft little hand to tug gently at Wyatt's pant leg, and called out in his baby voice, "Un...cle."

Wyatt crouched down and tapped his little head lightly. "Uncle will bring you your favorite toy car next time. When you grow up, Uncle will give you a cool sports car."

Seven listened with hazy understanding, but upon hearing the word "car," his eyes lit up, and he grinned again.

Wyatt couldn't resist reaching out to pinch his chubby cheek, but he misjudged his strength. Seven's little mouth instantly puckered, and he whimpered with a sobbing tone, "Hurt..."

Wyatt panicked. He hurriedly rubbed the boy's face gently, his tone full of apology. "Uncle didn't control his strength. I'm sorry."

But Seven pushed his hand away, frowning and rubbing his face haphazardly with his own small hand.

Wyatt turned to the nanny nearby, asking helplessly, "Is he sick of me, or is he angry?"

The nanny held back a laugh. "Looks like he's angry."

As soon as the words fell, Seven rode his balance bike away, waddling off in a huff.

Wyatt watched the tiny back and shook his head, laughing and exasperated. "I actually made a one-year-old angry."

Jules walked behind his desk, slid a file toward her, and lifted his chin. "Sit."

Lucy sat as instructed and picked up the file to look through it.

Fingertips sliding across pages of dense plans, she looked up at Jules, her tone seeking confirmation. "This project... you're giving it to me?"

Jules unbuttoned his suit jacket and spoke calmly. "Yes. There's no rush at the moment. You can prepare slowly."

"Understood." Lucy responded, her gaze falling back on the document, saying no more.

"I have a dinner appointment with the other party tonight. You come along too," Jules added suddenly. "It's a good opportunity for you to discuss the details with Mrs. Smith."

"I'd rather not. I have to go home and take care of my child." Lucy refused without a second thought.