Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 932: Chapter 932: Bobby’s Self-Blame

In the small garden downstairs at the back door of the hospital, a little girl, wobbly on her feet, was chasing butterflies nonstop, as if she had discovered something fascinating. While she ran, she let out bell-like laughter, excitedly calling out to the man following her, “Uncle… Lyle… Help… Fly!”

What she meant was, there were butterflies flying.

Lyle Westbrook followed behind her, with his long legs and slender waist, dressed very simply yet emitting an aura of elegance. Around him, three bodyguards stood by the little girl intent on catching butterflies, ready to ensure that the little girl, who still wasn’t too steady on her feet, wouldn’t fall.

From a distance, Bobby saw Giselle Lawrence and could no longer maintain his cool pose. He jogged over, taking three steps in two, and called out while he ran, “Gigi!”

The little girl, distracted by the butterflies, heard someone calling her. She lifted her head and her grape-like eyes immediately spotted Bobby. She became even more excited than she was about the butterflies. Letting them go, she dashed toward Bobby.

“Brubby…”

“Brubby…”

“Brubby…”

Her voice was milky and unclear when she excitedly called out to Bobby, sounding like a chick imitating a rooster’s crow.

But to Bobby, it sounded like music from the heavens!

The little boy, always proud and haughty, claiming to be a man’s man, felt his eyes redden a bit at her call, and he took even bigger strides.

He rushed to her side as if he were flying and scooped her into his arms, scolding her furiously, “Where have you been these past few days? Why didn’t you cry when you met strangers?”

If she had cried out when she was taken away, he surely would have heard and realized that she had been kidnapped!

Gigi didn’t realize that he wasn’t angry but was blaming himself for not having protected her well enough. Sensing that his mood was off, she blinked her large eyes, her lips turned down with a hint of grievance. Then, as if she thought of something, she offered him a picked flower like a treasure, holding it up to Bobby with a wide gummy smile, “Brubby, flower.”

Bobby was still immersed in self-blame, his thin lips pursed as he stared at her, neither reaching for the flower nor paying her any mind.

He didn’t want her ugly flower; the stem had been crushed out of shape by her grasp, and two petals had fallen off. Such an ugly flower would only lower his aesthetic standards if he held it!

Gigi, young and unknowing of what disdain meant, shone with a bright smile like a little sunflower. She persisted, pushing the flower closer to Bobby in a sweet, milky voice, “Flower… flower… Brubby… flower…”

Bobby glared at her, then reluctantly took the flower. The cloudy look on his face cleared like a sunny day as he sternly corrected her, “It’s Brother, not Brubby.”

“Brubby…”

“Brother.”

As the two little ones took turns saying “Brother” and “Brubby,” Enna Clark and Baron Lawrence approached.

Without a flicker, Lyle Westbrook’s peach blossom eyes scanned over Baron Lawrence, who seemed to be asserting his dominance with his gaze, and their intertwined hands, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He ordered the three bodyguards behind him, “Wait for me outside.”

“Yes, Young Master Lyle.”

The bodyguards left quietly.

Lyle Westbrook returned his gaze forward and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, greeting Enna Clark, “Enna.”

“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Enna Clark said naturally and amiably, as if she were interacting with a friend.