Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 33

"Who allowed you to run away from home? Do you realize how dangerous that is?" Before Christopher could fully comprehend the situation, a powerful grip latched onto his tiny arm. Arthur, with his commanding presence and a grave tone, admonished the child.

Christopher glanced upwards and took a deep breath.

Just as he suspected.

‘This was the same handsome man he had encountered at Gare de Lyon yesterday! His scoundrel of a daddy!’

His bright, observant eyes twinkled.

He had an idea! Seize the moment!

Abruptly, he slumped into the man's arms and feigned sleep.

‘Hah, you dared to mistreat my mommy – now, face the consequences!’

A cunning plan had already formed within his young mind!

Arthur bent his head, discovering his son nestled obediently in his embrace. As he scrutinized the child, he noticed the occasional, subtle flutter of the little guy's long eyelashes. It was an indescribable sight, making the child seem remarkably tender and endearing.

A slight smile touched the corner of his lips.

Was the boy afraid of reprimand?

Without exposing the act at that moment, he simply held the child more tightly and proceeded toward the waiting luxury car.

In Arthur's arms, Christopher felt like he was floating. The man's strong arms resembled mighty tree trunks, and his sturdy chest radiated warmth. The young boy was a bit dazed.

Daddy's embrace was not only secure but also exceptionally cozy. It was an entirely distinct sensation from when Mommy held him.

It appeared that being with Daddy was this wonderful!

The luxury car carried them toward the Bridgewater Manor, and within a short while, they entered the property with poise.

Christopher cautiously parted his curious eyes, peering through the gap created by Arthur's arm.

‘Oh, my goodness, was this a palace?

How could it be so grand and opulent!’

His eyes widened, and as the car cruised through the estate, it seemed like a visual feast. The manor was adorned with lush trees and charming lanterns, akin to a kingdom from a fairy tale world.

Even after he was brought to the shower room and left there by the nanny, he remained transfixed.

After Arthur Bridgewater completed his shower and approached his son, he couldn't help but notice the boy's bewildered expression. A deep sense of loneliness washed over him, and his heart felt heavy.

Arthur was momentarily stunned, then let out a deep sigh.

He had called him a 'scumbag,' and he couldn't ignore it.

The boy was clearly upset with him, likely due to his mother, Sheryl.

Sheryl had lived in the Bridgewater family for six years.

Throughout those years, he had not given her a proper title, and the world had taken note. Some media outlets even made the occasional mockery.

For an unwed mother residing in a man's house without official recognition, the societal pressure was unimaginable. Moreover, their union had been driven by a scheme.

Maybe that was why Sheryl had been fluctuating in her relationship with Hendrick!

Come to think of it, why had he been so resolute?

But getting married was not just a matter of convenience!

Ever since Sylvia's demise, his impression of Sheryl had not been that favorable. He had already been through a failed marriage and had become considerably cautious about making such a commitment.

Yet now, for the sake of his son, he couldn't keep postponing it any longer.