Serenity and Zachary York novel Chapter 3582

Ben replied, “I can’t feed Enzo. Even if I make his formula, he’ll only drink it if you hold him. When I try to feed him, it’s like I’ve poisoned it—he won’t take a sip.” Ben was frustrated with how picky Enzo could be.

He had made the formula, but Enzo refused to let him feed him. He only wanted Jane. When Jane wasn’t home, Enzo would eventually eat if he got hungry enough, but he was still smart enough to know who was feeding him.

Jane said, “I’ll feed him later. You should take Avah inside to sleep. It’s still a bit chilly out here.”

Enzo was already bundled up in his coat. Jane checked his clothes to ensure he wouldn’t get cold.

Ben carried Avah away, occasionally lowering his head to kiss her little face.

Serenity watched Ben walk away with Avah in his arms and commented to Jane, “Young Master Johnson treats Avah differently. He’s a bit less patient with Enzo but absolutely adores Avah.”

Jane smiled, “He’s always been a doting father to his daughter.”

Jane gently comforted Enzo, who soon stopped crying after she took him from Ben. She pulled out some tissues she always carried with her—a habit she developed after becoming a mother. She used them to wipe away Enzo’s tears and runny nose, then said to him, “You cried so much even though your dad was with you. Anyone who didn’t know better might think he’d hit you.”

Enzo clung to her neck for a moment, then shifted to look around. He placed his hands on the stone table, patted it, and then tried to climb onto it.

Serenity called out to him, “Enzo, don’t cry.”

When Serenity called his name, Enzo turned to look at her, recognizing his name.

“En En…” He could only manage a couple of “En En” sounds, as he wasn’t able to speak yet.

Then he grinned.

Serenity smiled and lifted him, but he immediately grabbed at the necklace she was wearing, trying to pull it off.

“Baby, you can’t pull this. It’ll break.”

Serenity quickly held his tiny hand to stop him from breaking the necklace.

Jane also hurried over, helping pry open his little fingers that were gripping the necklace. She then took him back from Serenity, gently patting his hands as she said, “You can’t tear apart the necklaces your aunt wears.”

Sitting back down with Enzo on her lap, Jane added, “He’s already broken several of my necklaces. Now I’m afraid to wear them. He’ll even try to grab earrings. Even if I wear studs, he’ll still go for them. His hands are always busy—he’s such an active little one.”