Chapter 665: Extra Forty-Two Chen Years: This child is so clingy.
Kevin Clark had no choice but to sit down on a chair nearby.
Since he was small and afraid of hurting Charlotte Lane, he would find a place to sit down and hold her in his arms whenever she wanted him to hold her.
Old Master Lane placed little Lila in his arms. She immediately grabbed onto Kevin’s clothes, lying in his arms, staring at him with big eyes and smiling.
“Lila really likes Arthur,” said Tom Wayne with a smile.
“Yes, she always wants him to hold her when she sees him.” Old Master Lane laughed. “Maybe it’s their destined fate.”
Tom Wayne laughed.
As Kevin listened to their conversation, he looked down at the little thing in his arms: What kind of destined fate was this? A fate destined to babysit?
Thinking about it, Kevin’s mind began to wander.
Just at that moment, the little one in his arms suddenly nibbled on his face.
Old Master Lane, Tom Wayne, and William Lane were all watching, making them witnesses to the scene.
Kevin was startled and shook involuntarily.
Charlotte let go of him, smiling happily and her eyes full of innocence.
As for Kevin... his face covered in drool.
Tom Wayne... watched Kevin’s stunned expression and laughed so hard he couldn’t stand up straight.
Kevin was in a mess in the banquet hall: “......”
Seeing Tom Wayne laugh, Old Master Lane also laughed after a while.
William Lane, however, stared with a darkened face, full of resentment.
Everyone thought Charlotte had given him a peck on the cheek, but only Kevin knew that he had been nibbled on.
To be more precise, she seemed to have sucked on his face. Her small teeth even touched his skin, causing a little pain.
“Elder Brother,” Little Lila called.
William Lane handed Kevin a tissue paper, held Charlotte’s little hand, wiped the saliva from her mouth saying, “This is Uncle, I am your elder brother.”
“Elder Brother,” Little Lila still called.
William Lane: “...Uncle.”
“Elder Brother,” Little Lila insisted.
William Lane: “......”
...
Lila loved to stick to Kevin. Whenever he visited the Lane Family, she would ask him to hold her. Sometimes, he would hold her for a long time.
There were times when Little Lila would fall asleep in his arms.
Charlotte laughed and, after a while, said: “Elder Brother, I want to play on the swing.”
“Alright.” William jumped off the swing and pushed her on it.
Perhaps in response to Charlotte’s call, Arthur North came with his father to the Lane Family that night to deliver some things.
When he arrived, Charlotte was playing with toys upstairs with Aunt Cruz. Upon hearing Arthur’s arrival, she immediately ran downstairs.
“Brother Arthur!” Charlotte started calling from upstairs, then ran all the way down.
Arthur was sitting properly on the sofa, but stood up when he heard her voice.
Then he was pushed back onto the sofa by Charlotte’s hug.
Little Charlotte ran straight into Arthur’s arms and pushed him, who was standing next to the sofa, back into it.
Once Arthur was seated, she clumsily climbed onto his lap and sat in his embrace.
A small flame was burning in William Lane’s eyes.
Adults didn’t think there was anything wrong, used to the two children being close. Sophie Ortiz just reminded: “Charlotte, be careful, don’t hurt your Brother Arthur.”
Charlotte looked up at Arthur, her bright eyes asking if he was hurt.
Arthur, like a little adult, held her shoulder to keep her from falling and said to Sophie Ortiz: “Aunt Sophie, the sofa is soft, it’s okay.”
The adults chatted while the children sat nearby.
Charlotte looked at Arthur and said: “Brother Arthur, you haven’t been here for a long time. I missed you so much.”
William rolled his eyes.
“I’ve been practicing piano music recently, so I’ve been a bit busy.” Arthur said.
“Did you miss me?” Charlotte’s little voice was fragile.
Arthur didn’t say anything for a moment.
He watched as the little girl’s bright eyes lost their luster bit by bit, and the upward curve of her mouth began to sink, then immediately said: “Mhm.”
Charlotte’s heart was filled with light again: “Mhm means you missed me?”
“Mhm.”
Charlotte immediately smiled, rubbed her head against his shoulder, and suddenly said: “Brother Arthur, you smell so good, even better than before.”
“It’s Eaglewood.”
“Eaglewood?” Charlotte asked curiously, then sniffed him again after asking.
“Do you like it?” Arthur had long accepted the little girl who had forcefully stepped into his life, and had been getting used to her presence, used to having her around.
“Mhm.”
“I’ll bring some for you next time.” Arthur said.
“Okay, thank you, Brother Arthur.” Charlotte’s little head leaned back on his shoulder, and she listened to their conversation.