Chapter 172- taboo
The little one grasped Charles’s finger, babbling something unintelligible, her tiny hands waving excitedly as if delighted by his sudden closeness.
That adorable face framed by a pair of beautiful, sparkling eyes reflected Charles’s silhouette. The resemblance was uncanny — once, through Trista, he had seen Janet just like this.
"My baby..." Charles murmured, stroking Trista’s smooth cheek. He bent down and planted a deep kiss on her tender lips. The scent of candy mixed with baby powder caught in his chest — it struck him that he had never truly kissed his daughter before.
"Giggle, giggle..." Perhaps the stubble on Charles’s chin tickled her, for the little girl waved her arms joyfully, laughing softly at her daddy’s kiss.
Charles released her hand and stood up to leave. As he exited the room, the nanny entered. Since Trista had come home, she had been under the care of the servants — Charles hadn’t spent a single night with her.
"Bring Trista to my room tonight!" Charles ordered before leaving. His gaze briefly flicked to the professional nurse who had come from the hospital with them. The young woman looked at him with admiration, but he remained cold and aloof as he strode toward the study.
After showering, Charles emerged wearing a loose gray bathrobe tied at his waist, revealing a broad, muscular chest. Water droplets from his damp hair trickled down, giving him a devilishly handsome and sensuous look. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he immediately noticed the little figure on the bed and Trista’s caretaker standing nearby.
"Put the child down and leave!" Charles deliberately ignored the woman’s suggestive glance. His coldness toward Trista had made everyone around wary before, but now his sudden change had a magnetic pull on the woman’s heart.
"Mr. Elwin, I’ve just fed Trista, but she might wake during the night needing another bottle. Should I stay?" The woman looked shyly at Charles’s sharp features, using Trista as an excuse to get closer to him. Her obvious hint did not escape Charles’s notice.
"No need. You can leave now!" Charles didn’t even look up as he strode toward the wide bed. Trista was already rolling over, babbling words he couldn’t understand as she crawled toward him. Seeing her tiny body slowly inch closer, a rare softness flickered across Charles’s handsome face.