Mia held her breath, unable to guess what had caused William to change.
Time passed slowly in silence. Her chest, which had been heaving violently before, gradually calmed down, and her breathing returned to normal. She felt that Lucas in her arms was about to wake up.
He looked down at the little one twisting in her arms, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of joy. "Is he waking up?"
For the first time, she saw a fatherly tenderness on his face.
"Mm," she answered him. She admitted that she was someone who responded to softness rather than hardness.
After all, he was the child's father.
She had hidden the child from him and planned to take the child away forever without seeing him again. Honestly, that was unfair to him.
Unexpectedly, the child opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at her, and then adorably fell back asleep.
