Chapter 410: Chapter 410

It sounded like he got up and walked out of the room, but soon the footsteps became clear again.

With a "click," he probably turned off the room’s lights.

Sheila Yardley still didn’t move, nor did she make any sound.

Soon, the phone line also quieted down.

The white noise seemed to have gotten somewhat noisy, keeping her wide awake.

The two husky words came from the phone, making Sheila Yardley’s body tense up again. She slightly lifted her head to glance at the phone beside the pillow.

"I miss you all so much."

As if talking to himself, the voice was so gentle, like a late-night radio host, and for the first time, she found his voice strangely healing. Check latest chapters at NoveI(F)ire.net

He hung up, and silence enveloped her ears.

Sheila Yardley’s cluttered mind remained untangled.

Looking down at the child sleeping sweetly in her arms, it felt so wondrous, this was the child she had nurtured in her womb, already grown so big.

She raised her hand to stroke Peach’s soft hair, the chubby little face looked adorable under the dim light.

Looking at the child, the irritation in her heart seemed to dissipate considerably.

Gently getting up, she extracted her numb arm from beneath Peach’s head, tucked in the blankets, picked up the phone next to the pillow, and walked out of the room.

Shannon Quinn, who was applying skincare products at the dressing table, immediately got up and ran over to open the door upon hearing the knock: "Elaine?"

Sheila Yardley smiled and handed her the phone: "I’m returning my brother-in-law’s phone."

Shannon Quinn reached out to take Landon Sutton’s phone and asked Sheila Yardley, "Peach asleep?"

Sheila Yardley nodded: "Yes, asleep."

Shannon Quinn scrutinized Sheila Yardley for a moment and asked, "How did you get her to sleep?"

Sheila Yardley: "Her dad told her stories over the phone, and she fell asleep listening to them."

Shannon Quinn chuckled: "Seems like she’s easy to coax."

Sheila Yardley lowered her eyes with a soft smile, then said, "I’ll head back to my room now, sis, you should rest early too."

Shannon Quinn nodded: "Okay, sleep early."

Shannon Quinn wanted to clarify several times, but didn’t know how to start, or if she should intervene in their matters.

Maybe she should follow Landon Sutton’s advice and let them handle their issues themselves.

After all, only they are aware of the rarely spoken perplexing circumstances.

She feared that her well-meaning intervention might complicate matters.

Shannon Quinn quietly sighed, closed the door, and glanced at Landon Sutton still working in front of his computer at the desk.

She walked barefoot, silently behind him, and sneakily peeked at his computer screen.

Nothing inappropriate, just some tedious text and data.

Shannon Quinn walked over, lifted his left hand off the keyboard, bent over, and nestled into the crook of his arm, sitting on his lap.

Landon Sutton looked down at her, naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, and softly asked, "What’s wrong?"

Shannon Quinn snuggled in his embrace, playing with his large hand in her palm, looking a bit gloomy.

Landon Sutton didn’t know why her mood suddenly dropped but wasn’t impatient with her fluctuating emotions. Instead, he put down his work, tightly held her, and gently asked, "Feeling down because of other people’s issues?"

Shannon Quinn shook her head: "That’s just a small part."

Landon Sutton: "Then tell me the bigger part."

Shannon Quinn turned to look at him and stared for a few seconds before saying: "Let’s have another baby."

The mention of a child also startled Landon Sutton.

Recently, "child" seemed to be an unspoken term between the two.

But this hurdle needed to be overcome.

Landon Sutton sighed, ran his hand through the strands of hair scattered on her cheek, and said, "The doctor said to wait half a year, right?"

Shannon Quinn pouted: "I’m just sharing that I have this idea."

Landon Sutton chuckled: "I do too."

Shannon Quinn reached over to his suit jacket on the chair and pulled out a cigarette pack: "Then you need to quit this."

Landon Sutton nodded readily: "I’ve been smoking very little lately."

Shannon Quinn: "You also shouldn’t drink."

Landon Sutton: "What’s the point of drinking when I have you?"

Shannon Quinn: "And you can’t get me upset, can’t argue with me, can’t force me to eat food I dislike, and can’t scold or yell at me."

Though Landon Sutton knew he wouldn’t do those things, he furrowed his brows and asked, "These have nothing to do with preparing for pregnancy, right?"

Shannon Quinn countered: "How could they not? These directly affect my mood. Studies show that when a person is unhappy..."

"Alright, I wouldn’t make you unhappy. But on Monday, I’ll accompany you to the hospital for a check-up, see what the doctor says, replenish whatever is needed. As for food, listen to me; I’ll try to make things you dislike taste the way you like."

Shannon Quinn pouted silently, but it was considered agreement.

Landon Sutton lifted her off the chair, stood up, and walked towards the bed, placing her down, bending over slightly, and gently touched his lips to her forehead, softly speaking, "Get some sleep."

Shannon Quinn looked at him: "What about you? A lot of work left?"

Landon Sutton: "Just a few minutes to wrap up. But I need to shower; you go ahead and sleep."

Shannon Quinn nodded but didn’t close her eyes.

He tucked her in, then returned to his desk, refocusing on his work.

Indeed, as he said, within a few minutes, he closed the laptop, tidied up the documents, and turned to look at her.

Seeing her wide-awake gaze fixed on him, he merely chuckled without urging her to sleep, simply picked up the bathrobe and walked into the bathroom.

Shannon Quinn turned again to look in the bathroom’s direction, a subtle smile lingering on her lips.

Caleb Grant came over early and rang the doorbell; Catherine Yardley, who was downstairs making breakfast, opened the door.

"Peach’s dad? Came by so early?"

Caleb Grant politely smiled and nodded: "Yes, worried she might be naughty, so I came to check."

Catherine Yardley immediately showered Peach with praise: "This child is so obedient and particularly well-behaved. I even think she resembles my younger daughter when she was little, although Elaine wasn’t as obedient, often fought with her younger brother."

Caleb Grant couldn’t help but smile: "Really?"

Catherine Yardley was about to continue with Sheila Yardley’s childhood mishaps when Sheila Yardley appeared to stop her: "Mom."

Catherine Yardley smiled: "This girl doesn’t like me talking about her, I’ll keep busy. Stay for breakfast later."

Caleb Grant nodded: "Thank you, Auntie."

After speaking, he looked at Sheila Yardley standing not far away.

His gaze met hers for only a few seconds before she shifted away.

"Elaine." Caleb Grant called out to her as she was about to leave.