Chapter 1204 - 1231: That’s Not Very Appropriate (2)

Chapter 1204: Chapter 1231: That’s Not Very Appropriate (2)

Caiden Ward was nineteen years older than her; she had always called him "uncle" this and "uncle" that. Even though the two of them had no blood relationship, crossing that psychological barrier was by no means easy. Thinking about it, the Caiden Ward in her memories must have been the same, right?

After all, from beginning to end, he had never said anything like "I like you."

Then—

Maeve’s mind drifted as she looked at him; there seemed to be a sheen of moisture flickering in her eyes.

Caiden Ward froze, looking at her and about to speak. The next instant, he saw that shimmer vanish completely. The sorrow he had just glimpsed for that fleeting moment seemed like his own hallucination. Maeve had already stepped out of his arms and said in a light, easy tone, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of myself."

"Maeve..."

Caiden Ward suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Maybe he really was seeing things. He’d been too busy lately, and he actually hadn’t been sleeping well.

He thought briefly, and when he saw Koa Jackson and Mia Ginger had already been standing outside the car window for a little while, he put his thoughts away and smiled. "Let’s get out. Put your coat on, don’t catch a cold." As he spoke, he picked up the coat on the seat and carefully helped her into it.

Maeve looked at him almost greedily, very quiet.

In the driver’s seat, George Davis couldn’t help sighing just from the sounds behind him; he only felt his boss was utterly unfathomable.

What kind of man takes care of a child who has nothing to do with him like this?

Maeve was indeed adorable, not only adorable, but stunningly pretty—"carved out of pink jade" wasn’t an exaggeration at all. But no matter how adorable, how pretty, she was still someone else’s kid, wasn’t she?

If the boss liked children, couldn’t he just have one of his own? The way things were now was truly baffling.

George Davis thought of a saying that was making the rounds in their circle: first Cesar Myres, then Second Ward.

Caiden Ward ranked second in his generation of the Ward Family, so the implication of that line went without saying: their boss was going to be the second Cesar Myres, and this little girl of the Myres Family was the playboy terminator.

If someone else brought this up, George Davis would mostly likely blow up—wasn’t that nonsense?

But right now—

Watching his boss’s behavior pile up day after day, he was starting to feel a bit rattled himself.

Sigh.

George Davis’s thoughts were just as tangled.

By this time, Caiden Ward had already gotten out of the car. He bent down to help Maeve out and said to Mia Ginger, "This girl’s just recovered. Don’t let her eat or drink too much."

"I know." Mia Ginger curved her lips in a smile at him, then turned to Maeve and said with a smile, "Come here to me."

Maeve had always liked her, so she naturally quickened her steps over and affectionately wrapped her arms around Mia’s. She hadn’t even spoken yet when Koa Jackson frowned slightly and reminded her, "Sister Mia has a baby in her belly, be gentle."

Mia Ginger: "..."

Caiden Ward, standing to the side, paused, then laughed. "These two, I really don’t know which of you is supposed to be taking care of whom."

"I’m not that delicate." Mia Ginger lifted a hand to ruffle Maeve’s hair, amused. "You two are the ones who should drink less. Don’t get drunk. If you do drink, remember not to drive. I’ll keep an eye on Maeve."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she caught sight of Koa Jackson’s expression and hurriedly added, "I’ll also take good care of myself. Go on, don’t worry."

"Mm." Only then did Koa Jackson give a small nod.

Even so, he was still not at ease and repeated a few more reminders before the two men finally left together.

Mia Ginger withdrew her gaze and said with a smile, "Let’s go."

"Mm."

Maeve answered, holding onto her arm as they walked into the complex. Her gaze dropped, almost unconsciously, to Mia Ginger’s still-flat belly, and her mood grew even more complicated.

She knew Mia Ginger was carrying twins, a boy and a girl. The smaller one was the daughter, who looked almost exactly like Mia, and because she had been frail and sickly since she was little, she was doted on at home and had an adorable nickname: Little Cat.