The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 136

After dropping Emma off, Lucy drove straight back to the estate.

As soon as she entered, she saw Seven nestled in the nanny's arms. He looked lethargic, likely having just woken up. But the moment he spotted her, he immediately lifted his arms and called out softly, "Mom~"

Lucy glanced at him and smiled. "Wait a second, Mommy needs to wash her hands first."

As soon as she spoke, Seven slid down from the nanny's lap. His little legs pattered behind her as he followed her all the way into the bathroom. Once she stopped, he wrapped his small arms around her leg, rubbing his head against her gently, his voice clinging and sweet. "Mommy~"

Lucy finished washing her hands and looked down at the little figure attached to her leg. She bent down and scooped him firmly into her arms, gently poking his cheek. "Are you still sleepy?"

Seven pressed his cheek against her shoulder, his milky voice raspy from sleep. "Mommy... milk."

"Okay."

Lucy patted his back gently. "You have your milk, and Mommy will go cook dinner, okay?"

The little guy immediately shook his head, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "No... want Mommy to stay."

Lucy's heart melted. She touched her forehead to his and agreed instantly. "Okay, Mommy will stay."

She carried Seven to get his bottle, then sat back down on the living room sofa. As she handed him the milk, he expertly curled into her embrace, his short legs resting obediently on her lap, his cheeks puffing in and out as he suckled enthusiastically.

Lucy brushed her fingers through his soft hair, her eyes filled with undeniable affection. She whispered, "Shall I make you some chicken noodle soup for dinner tonight?"

Seven, with the bottle still in his mouth, nodded vigorously and rubbed his head against her arm.

He glanced at the wall clock and gave a faint response. "Understood."

Kingsley didn't rest much longer before heading downstairs. Just as he stepped into the dining room, the phone on the table buzzed. The screen lit up with the name "Bacchus."

He picked it up, his tone indifferent. "What is it?"

"Where are you?" Bacchus didn't beat around the bush.

Kingsley pulled out a dining chair and sat down, leaning back. "Switzerland."

"Business trip?" Bacchus's tone was level, but there was an interrogative edge to it.