My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back

The air grew heavy as the word "Mommy" echoed in their ears. Mila had grown up without a mother figure, and hearing her say it was a shock to both Eryx and Naomi.

Eryx immediately crouched down, a rare softness in his expression. "Where did you learn that word?" he asked gently.

Mila’s big eyes sparkled as she pointed her chubby little finger at Lunara, who stood frozen in shock. "Mommy..." she repeated.

Eryx smiled again as he gently picked her up, holding her close. "Mommy is tired. Let her sleep for now, okay?"

"But Mila wants Mommy... Sleep with Mommy," Mila whined, wiggling her little feet in protest. She quickly dashed to Lunara, wrapping her tiny arms around her leg. "Mommy..." she pouted, her eyes welling up as if she was about to cry.

Lunara, at twenty-three years old and having spent most of her life alone, had no idea how to react. "Ah... I should go," she muttered, blinking in panic.

But before she could move, Eryx caught her hand, stopping her in her tracks. "Don’t leave the house. Stay... we have a lot to discuss." He said before picking up Mila back in his arms.

"I won’t fall for your ’discussion’ anymore," Lunara scoffed. "When you say that, do you actually mean flirting and all that?"

Naomi’s eyes widened at her words. "Did he do something to you?!" She immediately slapped Eryx’s shoulder. "What are you? A hungry tiger?"

Eryx remained unfazed, his cold gaze steady before he let out a quiet sigh. "If I were hungry or touchy, she is my wife."

Naomi rolled her eyes upward, trying to process his words before unconsciously nodding.