Scarlett's POV:

James and I were happily playing on the sofa. He really seemed to like my hair a lot and he kept trying to grab it but he couldn't. All he could do was wrap his arms around my neck and giggled.

"Do you like my new haircut?" Holding him in my arms, I pinched his cheek.

"Yes, Mommy. You are beautiful."

Looking at me with his bright eyes, my son kissed me.

His sweetness melted my heart and I felt as though I had just drank a bottle of honey.

"James, how can you just give kisses to your Mommy? What about Daddy?"

Charles was so annoying. He walked up to James, asking him to kiss him too.

James immediately buried his face in my arms. Pouting, he said, "No! No kiss Daddy."

With a frown, Charles stared at James with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. They kept staring at each other, unwilling to compromise

"Come here," Charles ordered with a serious look in his eyes.

He then stretched out his arms to James. Although James was stunned for a moment, he obediently went to his father, pouting.

"James, be a good boy and go home with your brothers later. Your mother needs some rest," Charles said in a patient voice, looking at our son, However, James give me a reluctant look.

Since I also did not want the kids to leave, I couldn't help but say, "I'm fine. Let them stay."

"I am not saying it because I don't want you to spend time with them. Once you are feeling better, and you're home, you are going to be with them all day. Right now, you are not strong enough to be holding them for too long." Charles denied my request irrefutably after glancing at me for a moment.

I curled my lips in response.

Just when I was about to argue with him, I heard his phone ring.

"Hello, Mom. What's up? Okay, I understand."

soon as he disconnected the call, he turned to me and said "Mom will pick up the kids in the afternoon. So they'll be

music to

Charles' POV:

at all.

my heart melted at once, and I could not

hurt because of me, then

like they

I asked, "Don't you think that Jerry looks just like me? Or do you think that he looks

and began peeling an orange for James, without saying

was unwilling to give

think he looks like me

order to help them arrive at a fair conclusion, I raised Jerry in my

at each other, but they

I ask you a difficult

think that he looks more

have a good eye. It was

do look like

think that he is

she

nodded in

I glared at her.

get angry. After all, she knew that the

my murderous gaze, she immediately lowered her head

settle scores with you

the bed and said, "I still think that the

was put on the bed, he began to play with Jason. I glanced

bag here. It's in my

"Yes, sir."

with Janet and

and asked in a low voice, "Do

in her hand,

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