Chapter 572 Lunch

The little guy struggled and finally stabilized his body. He took a deep breath and looked up at Hester's soft eyes.

His eyes were cool, but as if something was spreading. He moved his lips and stood still obediently.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

The childish voice and the round and cute face were all so irresistible. Hester looked at him tenderly, and all the anger in her heart disappeared.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch his cheek, which was so cute that her whole heart was about to melt.

"Just be careful next time. It's not safe to be so reckless, understand?"

Nodding his head, Thomas stared at Hester, like a puppy looking at a bone. He gripped her sleeve and pulled it slightly.

"It's lunch time. Can you come with me?"

Looking at the pair of watery eyes, Hester's heart froze, as if thousands of emotions were gushing out, drowning her. She was suppressed in her feelings, unable to breathe.

"Okay!"

She slowly uttered the word with a trembling voice. She wanted to take it back the next moment, but it was difficult to say it in such a pure gaze.

'Well, it's just a meal. It won't change anything!' she thought to herself. She sighed and didn't argue with him. Or, subconsciously, she always had a faint sense of sympathy for this child!

With the consent of Hester, a sweet smile appeared on his face. He held her hand tightly and looked up at his father.

"Auntie Hester agreed to have lunch with me. Dad, when will you finish your work?"

Terence's eyes flashed and suppressed all the strange emotions in his heart. He sighed and didn't know what to say to his son.

It was just because of her words that his son couldn't help being so excited. He had been worried that his autism would reject her, but it seemed that he thought too much.

"Okay!"

With the same simple answer, he glanced at Hester's subtle expression. His ey

p the three people in the car who were seriously absent-minded. Hester turned her head slowly and glanced at Terence.

His long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly and he looked down calmly.

"Mr. Terence, please drive faster! It will slow down the traffic!"

Hester admired him from the bottom of her heart that a good high-end sports car was driven out of this walking speed. After all, not everyone could do that!

Frowning worriedly, Terence glanced at the car behind which the horn was honking. He took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and flew out directly.

His hands on the steering wheel were intertwined with blue veins, and the veins in his neck were clearly visible. After the whistle incident, they soon reached their destination.

The waiter of the restaurant opened the door for them attentively, with a touch of cautiousness in his respectful attitude. It could be seen that Terence came here very often.

Hester got off the car towards the two of them and slowly exhaled a mouthful of air. She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears and inadvertently glanced at the name of the restaurant.

A strange look flashed through her eyes. She stood there stiffly, like an ice house, extremely cold.