Jewel could not follow, so she grabbed the phone to take a look at the article Olivia mentioned. It was not until she perused it that she understood the situation. Of course, North would be displeased by such an answer. He might even take it as an aversion from his very own mother!
“Were you coaxing your baby when you were in the toilet earlier?” Olivia sighed. “No. It’s late and he must be sleeping. I looked for the reporter to obtain the full version of the interview so Eugene can show it to him. I’ll call him tomorrow.”
As soon as she finished her words, she received a message from Eugene. ‘OK. Don’t worry about it. He’s fine. Get some rest, babe. Miss you.’
On the next day, North saw Eugene as soon as he opened his eyes. Despite the grim mood, the polite boy greeted, “Daddy.” Eugene caressed the boy’s head while replying softly, “You’re up. I’ve got something to show you.”
“What is it?” asked a dubious North. Eugene proffered his phone to North. “It’s the article published yesterday. They didn’t include Mommy’s whole speech in it because it’s too long. Take a look at this.”
Quietly, North raised his gaze upon Eugene and tapped open the video. His little face remained grumpy until he heard Olivia’s final words. “But i already have one. My son is amazing”.
That line on his lips finally stretched as joy overflowed in his eyes. So, Mommy does like me the most. She didn’t like other kids. Eugene’s heart sank from his throat at that. Right when he was about to say something, his phone rang; it was Olivia. North preempted him by answering the call on his own.
“Mommy…” North’s mood was elevated in split seconds, and he could not smother the happiness running through his voice. “Why are you calling me early in the morning?” “Because I miss you. I even dreamt about you last night.”
He became quite shy at that. Holding the phone, he slipped his feet into the shoes and went straight for the toilet. “I miss you too, Mommy.” This little brat is finally all jolly again.
Eugene’s eyes spoke of relief. When it came to building a family, the role of a father and mother was indispensable. In other words, Olivia could never replace him like how he could not replace her.
A man entered Olivia Maxwell Studio and Sophia hurriedly welcomed him. When she recognized who he was through the scar on his brow, she became jittery. Still, she approached him with the utmost decorum. “Mr. Stevenson, are you here for your suit?”
Christoff spared her a glance and replied, “Where’s your boss?”
“She’s not here,” she answered. Surveying the area, he fixed his gaze on her face almost instantly. It was an innocuous one, but it could scare one out of the daylight for no particular reason.
Her body went stiff instinctively. It took her a while to force a smile. “Please give me a moment, Mr. Stevenson. I’ll bring over your suit.” However, he thwarted her. “No rush. Where’s your boss?”
Sophia was hesitant, for it was unbecoming of her to reveal Olivia’s whereabouts to a menacing-looking man. “I… We’re not sure about this either.”
With eyes turning icy, he took two steps toward her, sending oppression down her spine with, his tall stature. “Where’s your boss? Don’t you know as her assistant?” She felt her legs getting wobbly as she retreated one step and explained, “I-I really don’t know.”
Suddenly, he flashed an untrammeled smile. “You kid. I’m her friend, so why are you being so defensive? Or you can tell me her contact number. I’ll ask her myself.”
