The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 170

Peter rubbed his nose and muttered softly, "True... I'll buy some another day to taste. Let's see just how 'scummy' it can be."

Kingsley didn't respond, though his expression remained unpleasant.

By the time they reached the parking lot, Lucy's car was already pulling out, leaving only the fading glow of taillights.

Kingsley glanced sideways at Peter and said flatly, "I'm returning to China tomorrow."

"Got it, got it. Don't worry," Peter grinned immediately, patting his chest in reassurance before adding solemnly, "I guarantee no one will bully her, and definitely no one will poach her away from you."

Kingsley replied with a single sentence. "Best be so."

When Lucy got home, Seven had already finished his bath and was holding his bottle, drinking milk.

The moment he saw her, the little guy's eyes lit up. He shouted a crisp "Mama!" and stumbled toward her, holding his bottle high.

Lucy handed her bag to the nanny and bent down to scoop him into her arms. The faint scent of milk surrounded her nose. Looking at the chubby little face in her arms, the tension from the dinner instantly dissipated, replaced by a heart full of softness.

Seven buried his face in the crook of her neck, rubbing against her, then looked up to plant kisses on her cheek, calling "Mama~ Mama~" in a voice that was clingy and affectionate.

Lucy kissed his soft cheek in return and cooed gently, "Finish your milk first, then I will put you to bed, okay?"

Seven nodded with a giggle, his little mouth continuing to suck happily on the bottle nipple. A moment later, he looked up again, his milky voice halting but earnest. "Want... hear story."

"Okay." Lucy's eyes filled with a gentle smile. "I'll read to you after you finish your milk."

Seven blinked his round, black-bean eyes and pushed his luck. "Also want... play."

Lucy tucked the blanket in gently. She took out her phone, snapped a short video of his sleeping face, and sent it to Jane: [Just something to satisfy your craving. I promise to video call with him tomorrow so you can see him.]

Jane replied within seconds: [I want to kiss those cheeks! I want to hold him!]

Lucy smiled and typed back: [That can't happen for now. I'll bring him to see you when I get the chance.]

[Once I deliver the baby, I'm coming to find you guys!] Jane's message came quickly.

Lucy sent an [OK!] sticker before tip-toeing out of the room.

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Kingsley had shut himself in the study since returning.

He wasn't processing documents. He simply sat alone on the sofa, smoking. Amidst the curling smoke, his deep eyes were slightly narrowed, hiding a heavy gloom that no one could decipher.