The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 37

"This time is different. The client specifically requested you to be on-site for the details. It will be four or five days at most." Jules explained.

He picked up the file, flipped a couple of pages, and added, "I'll look after Seven for you. Besides, you have a nanny, right?"

"You? Look after a child?" Lucy raised an eyebrow at him, her tone full of skepticism. "Jules, don't you feel guilty saying that?"

"I'm admittedly not great at caretaking, but playing with him is no problem." Jules put down the file, stood up, and walked over to her. He gently pressed her into a chair, his tone coaxing. "Dear Lucy, if we land this partnership with the Sterling Group, there will be so many more opportunities in the future."

Lucy remained silent for a moment before finally relenting, though she laid down a condition: "I can go, but after this project is wrapped, I must take a vacation."

She hadn't spent quality time with Seven in too long.

Jules agreed immediately and cheerfully. "No problem! Vacation approved!"

"And," Lucy added, "Only this once. For future projects requiring travel to that country, send someone else."

A flash of curiosity passed through Jules's eyes. He tapped his finger on the desk and asked bluntly, "Seven is Kingsley's son, isn't he? Is this... a run-away-with-the-baby situation, and you're afraid he'll find out?"

The child was the spitting image of Kingsley. It was hard not to notice.

"That is my private business," Lucy said, her tone instantly turning cold. She stood up and walked out the door, giving Jules no chance to probe further.

Returning to her own office, Lucy instructed her assistant, Emma, who was outside the door: "Book two tickets to The Capital for tomorrow."

Emma looked up and responded briskly, "Sure thing, Lucy!"

Not wanting to disturb him, Lucy went to the study to continue working on her unfinished blueprints.

Barely half an hour later, the sound of tiny footsteps approached. A small figure hugging a milk bottle stumbled into the room. A soft, sticky voice, heavy with sleepiness, called out, "Mom... Momma!"

Lucy immediately put down her mouse and reached out to catch the little person launching himself at her.

She sat him on her lap, lowered her head, and kissed his soft cheek. "Did you miss Mommy?"

Seven held the bottle in his mouth and nodded vigorously. His small head leaned naturally against her chest, eyes closing as he drank his milk obediently, fully dependent on her.

Lucy gently stroked her son's back, her voice extremely soft, carrying a tinge of melancholy she didn't even realize. "Mommy misses you too... I haven't even left yet, and I'm already missing you."