Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 916: Chapter 916: Gigi Relies Heavily on Lyle Westbrook

Only Enna Clark was incredibly surprised.

She knew her little bun well; although brave and loving to be held, she resisted unfamiliar people and certainly wouldn’t let them hold her.

Someone like Adam Sinclair couldn’t even manage to hold Gigi.

But now, she was clinging to the handsome man almost like a koala, that strong sense of dependence evident to anyone with eyes to see.

“Sugar, sugar…” Giselle Lawrence still remembered the candy Lyle Westbrook had promised her during her infusion, her mouth corners shining, saliva nearly dripping at the thought of sweets.

“Bring over the sugar.” Lyle Westbrook gently wiped her mouth and ordered the servant close by.

Soon, a servant came with a jar of candy, “Young Master Lyle.”

To Gigi, the jar brimmed with colorful candies seemed like a treasure. Her eyes sparkled, and she drooled even more.

“Gigi… Gigi! Candy! Candy!”

She no longer cared for Lyle Westbrook, her little legs stomped on the sofa as she reached for the jar the maid handed over.

The handsome man held her with one arm while accepting the candy jar with the other, gave her two pieces of candy, and offered, “You can have two today, you were good just now, so one extra as a reward.”

The little girl didn’t understand greed, grasping two candies tightly; she beamed a toothy, eye-squinting smile. Like presenting a jewel, she held them up to Enna Clark, “Kitty~candy~”

“Kitty, kitty, candy~”

Lyle Westbrook handed the candy jar back to the servant, who put it away properly. Then he spoke to Enna Clark, “Don’t worry, these candies are made with natural fruit, no artificial colors or sweeteners. She can eat them.”

“Thank you.” From Gigi’s string of actions, she could tell that Wyndham Howell had taken very good care of her these past few days. Her gratitude was genuine.

Lyle Westbrook flashed a smile, and those peach blossom eyes softened even further, “If you aren’t in a hurry, you could stay and play with Gigi for a while. She’s been calling for you from time to time these days.”

“Okay.” Enna Clark had just seen Gigi, and even though she had resolved to leave Gigi here for three days for her sickness, she didn’t want to part so quickly.

Her heart and eyes were full of the little one presenting treasures before her. She unwrapped a candy and fed it to her mouth, “Gigi is good.”

Throughout the process, Lyle Westbrook’s gaze never left her, warm and unusually gentle…

…

In the villa’s kitchen, the Housekeeper, drenched in sweat, urged the Chefs to prepare dinner, “Make sure you do your best today! Today is very important! Absolutely no mistakes allowed, understand?”

“Understood.”

Seeing him so serious, the chefs exchanged glances and replied in unison.

What special occasion was it today?

Was some important person coming?

They hadn’t heard anything.

But since the Housekeeper had given such anxious instructions, it must be some important person. They just didn’t know who it could be that was making the Housekeeper so nervous.

The chefs took their positions and busied themselves.

As twilight descended and orange hues of sunset streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

the Housekeeper entered from the doorway, respectfully interrupting the playful roughhousing of Enna Clark and Gigi, “Young Master Lyle, dinner is ready. Shall we dine now?”

Only then did Enna Clark realize it was getting late. She was just about to say she would leave.

Lyle Westbrook turned his head, looking at her, “Have dinner with us.”

Enna Clark hesitated, but right at that moment, the little girl beside her, as if sensing something, tugged at her sleeve, calling out in a baby voice, “Kitty… eat… Kitty…”