NovelEnglishChapter 436 "Sweetheart, I was worried you might be scared during the night, so I stayed with you. How did you sleep? Did you rest well?" Mrs. Tempest asked gently.
Claire had slept better than she could remember. The soft bed, the cozy room, crisp clean sheets-everything was just perfect. How could she possibly have had a bad night? In fact, her sleep had been so deep and peaceful that she hadn't even noticed Mrs. Tempest slipping in beside her. By the tmorning came, she barely remembered falling asleep.
Claire reached out her chubby little arms and hugged Mrs. Tempest around the neck. "Mom, thank you for being so good to me." Mrs. Tempest embraced her daughter, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm your mother. Taking care of you is what I'm supposed to do." Of course! That's what moms are supposed to do. But in her previous life, her biological mother, Adah, had never seemed to understand that.
Adah always claimed to treat Claire and Vanessa the same, but she never failed to show favoritism toward Vanessa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut that was a lifetago. Now, given a second chance, there was no point in clinging to old wounds.
"Claire, tto get up and get ready. Breakfast is waiting for you," Mrs. Tempest said softly, her voice full of affection.
Claire nodded obediently, climbing out of bed. Her tiny toes sank into the plush carpet as she slipped her feet into her slippers. Mrs. Tempest beamed, showering her with praise for the simple act.
Claire blinked. Was putting on slippers really such a big deal? She followed Mrs. Tempest into the bathroom and discovered everything prepared for her the toothpaste already squeezed, warm water poured into her cup.
A rush of warmth filled Claire's heart. She picked up her toothbrush and brushed her teeth with careful attention. Mrs. Tempest stood nearby, barely able to contain her excitement at the sight of her focused little girl. "Wow! My Claire is only five years old and she can brush her own teeth. That's my clever girl-Mommy's little star!" "Oh, look at how well she brushes! She's practically a tooth-brushing pro-better than Mommy, even!" "Oh my goodness, not only can my sweetie brush her own teeth, she can wash her own face too? My daughter's a genius..." Claire flushed, cheeks burning. In two lifetimes, she'd never been praised like this.
Once they finished getting ready, Mrs. Tempest scooped Claire up in her arms.
"Ready for breakfast, darling?" "Mom, I can walk by myself." "You've already brushed your teeth, washed your face, and put on your lotion all by yourself. You must be exhausted! Let Mommy carry you downstairs." Claire rolled her eyes, but with her mother insistent, she didn't protest. She nestled into Mrs. Tempest's arms, deciding she might as well play along. As a reward, she gave her mother a big, smacking kiss on the cheek.
Mrs. Tempest practically melted with joy, her heart nearly bursting.
They entered the dining room, where Mr. Tempest and Orion were already seated, quietly waiting at the table.
The four of them ate breakfast together in peaceful silence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfterward, Mr. Tempest left for work.
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