Chapter 234
“No,” Lucy replied coldly, leaving zero room for negotiation.
Kingsley gave a low murmur of acknowledgment. An imperceptible disappointment colored his tone, but he still tried to explain himself.
“I’m not trying to take him away from you. I just want… to give him more love p>
“He has plenty of people who love him. He doesn’t need yours p>
Lucy kept her eyes down on her phone, a mocking edge to her voice.
“If Mr. Sherwood has so much love to give, maybe you should save it for someone who actually needs it p>
Kingsley wasn’t deterred by her barbs. He looked at her steadily, his voice clear and resolute. “I only give my love to the people who matter to me p>
Lucy didn’t bother responding, simply putting her phone away as they arrived at the hotel.
She opened the door and stepped out first, her tone icy. “Hand Seven to me p>
“Let me carry him up. Shifting him around will just wake him p>
Kingsley’s voice was soft, like a gentle breeze, laced with a careful plea.
Lucy met his gaze, her eyes turning glacial. “What’s the point of doing this, Kingsley p>
“There is one.” He kept his voice low, pulling his coat tighter around Seven to shield him.
“I just want to spend a little more time with you both p>
Lucy didn’t argue further. Seeing that the driver had unloaded their bags, she walked over, grabbed two suitcases, and headed toward the hotel lobby without looking back.
The nanny quickly grabbed the remaining luggage and hurried after her.
At the reception desk, Lucy collected her room keys while the staff called the elevator for them.
As they stepped into the elevator, the annoyance on Lucy’s face was painfully obvious. She stared at the ascending numbers, her fingers unconsciously gripping the keycard tight.
Two minutes later, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
Lucy stepped out first. Kingsley followed closely behind with Seven in his arms, while the bellhop and nanny brought up the rear with the luggage. Śwnovels
Lucy unlocked the suite and walked straight into the master bedroom without a word, pulling back the covers on the bed.
Kingsley gently laid Seven in the center of the mattress, meticulously slipping off the boy’s shoes.
Lucy stood off to the side, her expression blank as she quietly watched him.
Once Kingsley tucked Seven in and turned to leave the bedroom, he finally asked, “Can I come see him tomorrow p>
Lucy was shrugging off her coat and draping it over the sofa. She didn’t even look up as she fired back.
“As who? His ‘dead father p>
Kingsley didn’t even hesitate. “That works p>
“Then go die first, and maybe I’ll think about it p>
Lucy’s tone remained perfectly calm, but her words carried an absolute, undeniable finality.
Surprisingly, Kingsley chuckled, his tone thick with stubborn resolve. “Seven is still young. I need to build a future for him first p>
Lucy thought he was just being shamelessly persistent. Too exhausted to entertain him any longer, she spat out, “He has me. Get the hell out p>
“Alright. Get some sleep p>
Acting as if he completely missed the fury in her voice, Kingsley nodded and added with a hint of appeasement.
“I won’t tell him who I am right now, but you can’t ban me from seeing him p>
Lucy had no intention of replying.
She knew all too well that her permission didn’t matter to Kingsley. He never played by the rules anyway, saying another word to him was a waste of breath.
Kingsley checked his watch, then
his
pulled two cash envelopes free
setting them on the coffee table “A holiday gift for you and Seven p>
Lucy didn’t even spare the money a passing glance.
It wasn’t until she heard the click of the front door closing that her tense eyelids
finally gave a slight flutter.