Chapter 235
The moment Kingsley stepped out of the hotel, he got straight into the waiting car and ordered, “Back to the estate p>
Just as his fingers brushed his phone, a text from Thurston popped up: *Are you done over there? I got kicked out to sleep in the study tonight p>
Kingsley skimmed the message and completely ignored Thurston’s plight, typing out a single line: *I got to hold my son p>
Thurston stared at the text, so annoyed he almost sat up—he was currently curled up on a rock-hard sofa in his study.
His fingers flew furiously over the screen: *Do you want a round of applause? You really set the bar low, man p>
Kingsley paused, then quickly fired back: *You don’t get it. You can’t comprehend the feeling of holding him for the first time p>
Thurston glanced at the screen and smirked, purposely poking at his friend’s sore spot. *You’re right, I don’t. After all, I have a warm bed waiting for me, a loving wife, and a perfectly happy family p>
Being banished from his own bedroom had left him frustrated; there was no way he was letting Kingsley bask in his joy alone.
On the other end, Kingsley stared at the message. His fingers hovered over the screen, but he ultimately didn’t reply, casually tossing his phone onto the seat next to him.
When he returned to the estate, Bacchus was still awake.
Seeing Kingsley walk in from outside, Bacchus looked up. “You went out p>
A rare, faint smile graced Kingsley’s face as he nodded. “Yeah. I got to hold my
son p>
“Congratulations. Looks like the Sherwood family has to rely on you to break our single streak p>
Bacchus walked over and clapped him on the shoulder, his tone teasing yet encouraging.
Kingsley cast him a glance, his smile dimming. “I only got to hold him because she fell asleep. There’s been zero actual progress p>
He paused, then added, “She said the only way she’d consider letting me spend more time with Seven is if I drop dead p>
Hearing that last part, a flicker of sympathy entered Bacchus’s eyes, though humor laced his words.
“Good things take time. But it looks like the family’s romantic hopes rest on my shoulders after all p>
Kingsley walked over to the sofa, poured himself a glass of warm water, and took a sip, his tone perfectly flat.
“Yeah. We’re counting on you and Mr. Sherwood. Otherwise, Grandma might just lock us all out of the estate next holiday p>
Bacchus offered him a cigarette, but Kingsley didn’t reach for it. “I’m quitting. Seven doesn’t like the smell p>
“Good for you p>
Bacchus pulled his hand back, raising an eyebrow at his brother Don’t tell me you’re shifting your entire focus onto the kid now p>
“I’m not.” Kingsley traced the rim of his glass, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
“It’s just that she won’t give me an inch to get close to her p>
As the two were talking, Winston finished his work in the study and came downstairs for a drink.
Spotting the two of them sitting in the living room, he asked casually, “Why are you boys still up so late p>
Kingsley leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. “Can’t sleep,” he replied softly.
“One of us has to find a partner soon Bacchus chimed in if we
don’t, Grandma is definitely ing
us from the house next holiday p>
Bacchus looked over at Winston. Even in his middle age, their father had kept himself in incredible
shape no beer belly, a full boling
hair and every bit the handsome, distinguished older gentleman.
of
He continued, “Dad, you’re single. If you meet someone suitable, just bring her
home. Don’t worry about our feelings p>
Winston frowned, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.
“I’m too old for that nonsense. What would anyone even want from me? It’s not like I’m made of money p>
“They’d want you for your maturity and stability,” Bacchus replied objectively, then added one last jab.