Miguel found her to be in a bit of a strange state. He rubbed her nose, and said, âThey both got tired as soon as they
came back, they are sleeping now.â
Stella frowned. âNo, they should not be sleeping now. If they sleep too long now, they will not be able to sleep at night. Wake them up, itâs time to eat dinner anyway.â
He was relieved that she was still able to talk to him casually.
After dinner, they went downstairs for their usual stroll.
Miguel kept monitoring Stellaâs emotions. It only made him less nervous when he saw that she seemed the same as before, without any major mood swings.
However, there was still a boulder lying on his heart.
She seemed to know something, but at the same time, she did not seem to know anything.
This made him suffer immensely, and he didnât know how to cope with it.
If she did knowâ¦
Miguel did not dare to imagine how angry she would be by then.
Downstairs, the two had only just walked out when they ran into someone, as expected.
Weston had changed into a casual outfit. The gray clothing set off his tall, elegant aura. It was different from his usual appearance exuding an aura of rejection when he was wearing a black suit.
Now, he looked gentler than usual, more like a refined. scoundrel.
When Emma saw him, her eyes lit up. âUnkie!â
She spread her arms, asking for a hug.
Perhaps Emma was so familiar with him because Weston kept appearing in front of them⦠or it was be cause she naturally had little resistance to handsome men that she was very unsuspecting of Weston?
Weston picked her up with a smile. âAre you coming out to play?â
Emma nodded, hugging his neck.
The soft creamy scent lingered at the tip of her nose, making the manâs eyes soften a bit.
Emma touched her stomach. âIâm too full, so I came for a walk.â
She asked, âHas Unkie eaten yet?â
âYes.â
He looked at her round stomach. âDonât you ever feel stuffed after eating so much?â
She blinked her eyes and stared at his face.
He found her funny and pinched her on her round cheeks. âAm I that goodâlooking?â
âYes. You are especially goodâlooking!â
Miguel felt sour when he saw them getting along so well. âEmma, donât talk to strangers!â
She was still hugging his neck, blinking at him and laughing happily. âUnkie is not a bad guy!â
Elias sighed like an adult beside them. âUgh, itâs so unsettlingâ¦â
Stella felt amused and pinched his cheek. âWhere did you learn this from, sighing so awkwardly?â
Elias would only act like a child only when he was with Stella. He giggled and held her hand. âI learned it from you, Momm She suddenly became wary and said, âDo I sigh a lot in front of you guys?â
That was something worthy of note.
If she really did that, she should still refrain from giving such negative hints to small children in the future.
âNot that often, Itâs just that Iâm a good learner,â Elias reassured her.
So what started out as an afterâdinner walk for a family of four turned into this strange sight.
In the small garden, there were three adults and two children. They were all in pairs, only Miguel was lef