Chapter 1272
Chapter 1272:
And she happened to be wearing clothes in the same color as Annabel’s, so it was no wonder her son had mistaken Annabel for his mother earlier.
“Mommy, our lounge number is three, not six. You’re mistaken again.” The little boy’s tone was calm, as if he were used to this happening.
Lottie blinked in surprise, looking genuinely stunned that she’d gotten it wrong again. Her confused expression formed a stark contrast to the composed child in her arms.
Annabel stared, startled. It was the first time she’d seen such an unreliable mother.
Noticing Annabel’s gaze, the young mother—Lottie Foster—looked over at Annabel and Rupert as well.
“I’m sorry my son caused you trouble,” Lottie said with an apologetic smile.
“Mommy, you’re the one who caused me trouble,” the boy added matter-of-factly.
Annabel couldn’t help smiling when she heard that.
“You need to be more careful. After all, he’s still a child,” Annabel said with a light chuckle.
Lottie gave a sheepish smile, and her son poked the back of her hand, pursing his lips as he complained, “Mommy, we’re late p>
“What?” Lottie gasped, glancing at her watch in alarm. Then she turned and hurried off.
“Bye, pretty lady,” the boy called, waving cheerfully at Annabel.
Watching them walk away, Annabel murmured, “What a lovely child p>
Hearing that, Rupert leaned closer and whispered into her ear, “If you want, I can do my best to give you one p>
Annabel blushed and slapped his chest.
“Do you want a boy or a girl? How about both?” he continued teasing.
“Rupert! Stop it.” She blinked shyly and looked up at him.
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Rupert’s smile deepened at her reaction, clearly pleased.
At that moment, none of them knew what the brief encounter would lead to in the future.
The trip to Lover Island wasn’t too far, but after their plane landed, they still had to take a cruise ship to get there.
Annabel’s excitement had already worn off during the flight, and now there was the cruise. The long journey left her overwhelmed and uncomfortable. Curled up in Rupert’s arms, she was half-asleep.
“When will we arrive?” she asked, her voice muffled and sluggish.
“Aren’t you the one who wanted to go on a cruise?” Rupert said, though he still felt sorry for her as he gently stroked her hair.
“I’m always at the company or at home. I hardly ever go out for fun, so of course I want to try new things!” Feeling queasy, Annabel started talking nonsense. “Besides, this is all your fault. Why did you choose such a remote place p>
Rupert lowered his head and bit her lip until she yelped. “Sleep if you’re tired,” he murmured.