Chapter 261
Kingsley Sherwood carried Seven into the house.
The nanny hurried over immediately. “Mr. Sherwood, I can take him upstairs to bed.”
He handed the child over just as Lucy walked out after unpacking her luggage, a long-suppressed fury rolling in her eyes.
“Step outside. We need to talk. What exactly do you want?” The anger had been building in her chest ever since they left the country. If she had a knife right now, she probably wouldn’t hesitate to use it.
She had flown halfway across the world, yet he clung to her like an immovable pest, relentlessly tracking her down.
Kingsley stepped outside slowly, his tone even. “I don’t mean anything by it. I just want to take care of you two.”
Lucy took a deep breath to suppress her rage, refusing to mince words.
“Kingsley, Seven and I were doing just fine without you. I expect you to stay out of our lives from now on.”
“Pick something else,” Kingsley said, his voice dropping low. “Staying away is the one thing I can’t do.”
Lucy scoffed. “Are you that desperate for a child? There are plenty of women who would gladly give you one. There’s no need to harass us.”
“This has nothing to do with wanting a child.” He looked up at her, his gaze burning with intensity. “I want you. I just want to win you back and make things right for you and Seven.”
Lucy met his gaze, her eyes as cold as ice. “Some wounds never heal once they’re made. Don’t waste your time on me.” Her words hit like a sledgehammer, violently dragging Kingsley down from his quiet cloud of hope.
He had assumed that spending this time together would gradually soften the tension between them. He hadn’t realized it was all just wishful thinking on his part.
“Lucy, I will do everything to heal those wounds.” Desperate, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. Lucy yanked her arm back, her tone resolute.
“Don’t bother.” With that, she turned back into the house, slamming the door shut with a loud bang and throwing the deadbolt.
Kingsley stared at the closed door, standing motionless for a long time before finally dragging his heavy steps away.
The moment he got into his car, his phone buzzed. It was a call from Peter. He answered, and Peter’s
cheerful voice immediately camenet
through the speaker Kingsley, Come out for a drink! Let’s celebrate!”
“Celebrate what?” Kingsley asked, his tone freezing.
Peter blurted out, “Celebrate you having a son! That little guy is a carbon copy of you!”
“When did I ever tell you I had a son? And how exactly do you know he exists?” Kingsley’s voice grew even colder, every word laced with a sharp interrogation.
The rapid-fire questions made Peter want to slap himself. He quickly backpedaled. “Huh? You have a son? I didn’t know! I meant let’s celebrate you coming back to Switzerland. You misheard me!”
“I’m not deaf, and I know your memory isn’t failing you yet.” Kingsley’s temper flared. So the whole damn world knew he had a son, and he was the only one kept in the dark?
“Send me the address.”
Peter hurriedly tried to get out of it. “Man, don’t be like that. I just got home. Let’s hang out next time!”
“You think hiding at home will save you?” Irritated, Kingsley reached for a cigarette but the moment his fingers brushed the box, he tossed it back into the center console. He
was trying to quit.
Peter sighed helplessly. “Kingsley, I didn’t want to keep it from you! But Lucy threatened me, and she’s way scarier than you are had to choose the lesser of two evils, so had to throw you under the bus.”
He paused, then added meekly, “The usual spot. I’ll wait for you.”
Kingsley hung up on him. He pressed his fingers against his brow, his voice heavy.
“Everyone around me knew about Seven, yet I was the very last to find out. Is this my karma?”