Chapter 560

Xander sneered. "To what do I owe this pleasure of having someone of Mr. Grant’s status come

over and visit Nimue?"

"That’s enough now." I walked in while pushing his arm. "It's going to be New Year’s Eve soon, let's

not argue."

Xander snorted coldly without saying anything else.

He handed the child and milk bottle to me before returning to his room.

The little guy probably remembered me and was not afraid of me because his hands kept grabbing

at my face. He was giggling away in delight.

Theo was a little lost in thought looking at the child and subconsciously reached out his hand toward

Nimue's face. However, he suddenly retracted his hand again.

Men were always nervous in front of newborns. In their eyes, an infant was simply too fragile, hence

most of them were afraid of touching them for fear of hurting them.

I was afraid of touching Nimue the first time I saw him too, not to mention men.

I grabbed Nimue's hand and shook it. "It's okay, he’s

not made of clay. You can touch him."

Theo pursed his lips and reached out his hand once more, touching Nimue’s tender face while

smiling. " He's pretty fun.”

I twitched my mouth. "He's adorable, you mean?"

Fun?

Was a baby meant to be toyed with?

Unable to understand what Theo was really thinking about, I took the child away from him before his

abnormal way of thinking got to Nimue.

Theo sat on the sofa staring fixedly at Nimue. After staring for a very long time, he asked,

"Mason's?"

"Huh?" I did not expect him to ask this question and was momentarily flustered. "What Mason’s?"

Theo raised his eyebrows, his eyes looking as though they could reach the depths of a person's

heart.

After casting my gaze downward for a moment, I slowly said, "The child's his."

Theo sighed. "Does he know?"

I shook my head.

Theo smirked. "Good. Later, we'll register him in our family's registry. It just so happens that some of

the Grant family members are coming home. We can bring him home and introduce him to the

seniors." "Huh?” I had yet to come back to my senses.

Theo walked over and patted my head. "He’ll be our son from now on."

I felt a gush of warmth in my heart and tears were welling up in my eyes. "Thank you."

Cecilia had placed her child under my care, so naturally, I would have to raise him as my own. Theo

had accepted him and even treated him as his own.

Nothing could be more touching than a man who accepted everything about you and was even

willing t o share all of the burdens with you. i

Nimue fell asleep in my arms. When I sent him back t o the nursery, I bumped into Xander on my

way out.

He was walking toward the kitchen while saying, "I'm going to make the lactation tea for you."

"Sorry for the trouble." I felt a little embarrassed.

Shortly after that, Xander walked out of the kitchen with a cup. A strong barley scent entered my

nose. I took the bowl and downed the contents with a frown.

Theo grabbed the candy on the coffee table and unwrapped it, stuffing it into my mouth. "I'm

surprised you can drink that."

I pursed my lips. "I can do it for the sake of the child."

There was displeasure in Theo's eyes. "Looks like my position in the family is going to drop by one

more level."

Xander did not want to look at our lovey-dovey interactions and grabbed the cup from my hand

before turning around to leave.

It was almost noon. I planned to inform Xander about the family registry after lunch. 1