"Stop crying." Nolan Davis handed her a tissue, "With you like this, others will think I'm bullying a little girl."
He was ten years older than her, which made her seem like a little girl in front of him.
"I'm not a little girl; I'm already a mother." Sophie Smith reined in her sadness. She didn't want to cry in front of him; it would be so humiliating.
"Mr. Davis, can you let me see Alexander now?" Yesterday, when she arrived at the Davis Family, she brought it up with Nolan Davis, but he didn't give her a straightforward answer.
Thinking about it, since Alexander was born, they hadn't spent much time together.
This time, Nolan Davis didn't refuse her request and instructed the maid to bring the child over.
Before the child was brought over, a crisp cry echoed through first.
"Alexander..." She hurried upstairs, took the child from the maid's hands. Seeing that tender, chubby face, she couldn't help but smile.
