Lydia lowered her head, her emotions complicated.The food tasted bland in her mouth, and her long eyelashes trembled, masking her nervousness.Suddenly, a slender hand reached across the table and touched Lydia's chin.Startled, Lydia instinctively slapped it away. "What are you doing?"Lambert's hand was immediately reddened by the slap, but he didn't seem to mind.He kept his eyes fixed on Lydia. "Nothing, you had a piece of vegetable on your face."Lydia blushed at his words, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.She lowered her head and resumed eating, her mouth moving rapidly, looking just like Wythe beside her—like two hamsters.Wythe, observing the scene, rolled his eyes internally. Even with amnesia, Dad's tricks were still top-notch.The breakfast was awkward and bizarre, though Lambert found it immensely satisfying. After breakfast, Lydia thought Lambert wouldn't bother her again.However, within half an hour, he returned, this time claiming he had no cleaning cloths an
Lydia tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Finally, she got up, exasperated, and quickly ran to the door, throwing it open.Lambert was sitting on the steps outside his villa, head lowered in thought.When he saw Lydia open the door, he smiled brightly, like spring flowers blooming.Lydia's mood lifted involuntarily, though she coughed to steady herself. "Why are you sitting outside my door in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"Lambert, looking somewhat helpless, said, "I forgot my keys and can't get into my house. Could I possibly...""Don't even think about it!"Lydia cut him off before he could finish.She knew his borrowing things earlier was just a pretext to get closer. That damned Lambert, she wouldn't be fooled again!She went back to her room and slammed the door shut. She didn't want to admit it, but her heart had fluttered when she saw Lambert outside.Watching the door close, Lambert sighed. It seemed he was destined to sleep outside tonight. He wrapped hi
Lydia, exhausted, fell asleep without realizing she had been moved back to bed.Feeling the warmth next to her, she instinctively curled into Lambert's embrace, everything so natural and familiar.Lambert, equally satisfied, closed his eyes again.The atmosphere was peaceful and warm.When Lydia woke up again, she was stunned. She was wrapped around Lambert like an octopus, feeling the familiar warmth from his body.She widened her eyes in surprise, her mind swirling with confusion. How did this happen?She distinctly remembered falling asleep by the bedside.How did she end up in bed, shamelessly hugging Lambert?Oh no, how embarrassing!Lydia's face turned red. She wanted to push Lambert away but feared waking him, so she carefully extricated her limbs.However, in her nervousness, she tripped on the sheets and fell heavily onto Lambert.Lambert couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer. He groaned and opened his eyes.Lydia, extremely embarrassed, jumped out of bed before he could s
Lydia's face turned purple as she read the post.This was outrageous! These people had no idea what they were talking about, spreading rumors like that!Seeing his mom's distressed expression, Wythe hurriedly reassured her, "Mom, don't worry, I'll help you!"Taking a deep breath, Lydia sensed a connection between this incident and Odelia.Thinking of Odelia led her to think of Lambert, the man who had provoked this woman.So, when Lambert arrived with food to thank her, he found himself locked out.Lambert was puzzled. What was happening? Women's minds were truly unfathomable!Feeling a bit down after being shut out, Lambert wondered if Lydia had discovered his little act.Feeling somewhat guilty, he resigned himself to wait outside again, this time directly at the villa's gate.With a tall, handsome man standing at the gate holding food, the neighbors couldn't help but be curious.Although Lydia and her son had recently moved in, they were well-liked in the community, especially by t
Wythe sat in front of the computer, his small hands dancing across the keyboard.Characters and barcodes rapidly appeared on the screen.Lambert raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Wythe, what are you doing?"Wythe's little face was serious as he pouted slightly, not even glancing at Lambert. He only uttered two words, "Counterattack!"Lambert was stunned. He looked at Lydia. "This..."Lydia, knowing that Lambert had forgotten the past and didn't remember Wythe's intelligence, explained, "Wythe has been fascinated by computers since he was little. He has already finished studying books on computer programming. He's writing a program now that will automatically hack any computer that posts videos or negative comments about me."Lydia's tone was full of pride, while Lambert was left speechless.He knew he had a superstar son adored by the nation, but he hadn't realized the boy was a genius!Wythe didn't turn to look at his parents, but his ears perked up.Hearing Lydia proudly introduce wha
Ever since Lambert helped Lydia deal with the negative comments online, he had noticed a subtle change in her attitude towards him.There seemed to be an inexplicable reliance, and their time spent together also allowed Lambert to rekindle his father-son relationship with Wythe.Like now, the father and son sat cross-legged in front of the TV, each holding a game controller, playing a racing game. Their identical expressions were amusingly endearing.When Lydia entered with a tray of fruit, she found the two arguing over who had better skills. It was a novel and delightful experience to witness."Alright, alright, stop arguing. You've been playing for over an hour now. Wythe, don't you care about your eyes? Or do you want to end up wearing glasses?"Wythe stuck out his tongue. "I know, Mom. I'll do my eye exercises in a bit. I promise I won't get nearsighted!"Lambert chimed in, "I'll keep an eye on Wythe."Wythe pouted. "I don't need Dad to watch me. If Dad has time, he should spend
With Lydia's permission, Lambert sat on the edge of the bed, placing Lydia's leg on his lap.Lydia felt extremely awkward and was about to object when a wave of tingling numbness spread from her calf.It felt like a thousand ants were biting her, causing her to cry out in pain. She looked up at Lambert, noticing his focused expression.In truth, when Lambert first touched Lydia's smooth calf, his thoughts began to wander.If it weren't for his strong willpower, he might have already done something he would regret.To maintain control, he focused all his attention on massaging Lydia.Lambert poured some medicinal oil into his palm and began to massage up and down Lydia's calf.After the initial uncomfortable tingling, a burning pain set in, making Lydia feel utterly miserable. She bit her lip to stifle her sounds, but occasional soft moans still escaped her lips.Unbeknownst to Lydia, her involuntary sounds were making Lambert's muscles tense.The smooth, delicate skin under his hands,
Yesterday, Lydia and Lambert were driven by their emotions, but Lambert knew that if he didn't consider Lydia's well-being and continued today, he might never be welcome in her bed again.With this in mind, Lambert spoke gently, "Lydia, I had breakfast prepared. Would you like to eat something first, and then we can visit the set?"Lydia thought for a moment and agreed.After all, Wythe had already gone to the set, and worrying wouldn't help. Besides, after the previous kidnapping incident, she hoped Wythe could move past that dark period.Letting him go to the set alone might be a good idea.Perhaps because of their newfound intimacy, the atmosphere between Lambert and Lydia was particularly good.They spent about half an hour in affectionate banter before Lydia was dressed and ready.The breakfast was sumptuous, consisting mainly of Lydia's favorite foods. It was evident that Lambert had put a lot of thought into it.But how did he know her preferences if he had lost his memory?Cur
"Lambert, at this rate, you could almost switch careers to become a nanny!" Horace teased, noticing how expertly Lambert cradled the baby.Unfazed by his friend's jest, Lambert beamed with happiness. "You wouldn't understand if you don't have kids. Once you get married, you'll know. This is my legacy, and I didn't get to care for Wythe when he was a baby, so I'm determined to be hands-on with Candice."No one could truly grasp this sense of compensation!Horace rolled his eyes, clearly at a loss for words. It was pointless to engage with someone so enamored with fatherhood.While the men gathered to chat, Thera leaned closer to Lydia and whispered, "So, Lydia, are you really back together with Lambert?"Lydia nodded. "Yeah. After everything that happened, I realized I need to cherish every single day. And Lambert is sincere—I can feel it.""That's great!" Thera sighed in relief, finally putting her worries to rest."What about you, Thera? I see you and Andrew getting along quite well!
At this moment, Lambert felt completely at ease. It seemed that Lydia's earlier words were not just talk; she was genuinely ready to give them a chance!A smile crept onto Lambert's lips, but there was no time to think of anything else; he needed to take care of their baby, Wythe. Thanks to the maternal training classes he had attended with Lydia, he had learned a lot about caring for newborns. Gently, he picked up his daughter and quickly checked her diaper, only to find that she had wet it.With nimble hands, he changed her diaper, and the little one fell back asleep. Looking at her innocent face, Lambert's heart melted. This was his child, the result of his and Lydia's love.The baby slept soundly, and Wythe had been temporarily taken away by Bob, who had come to deliver some items. Now, only Lambert and Lydia remained in the room, but Lydia, having slept quite a bit earlier, was no longer drowsy."Are you still feeling unwell?" Seeing Lydia frown slightly, Lambert asked with conce
Lambert glanced at his son's disapproving expression and was momentarily at a loss. "Wythe, you might've looked even more wrinkled than her when you were born, yet look at you now—a handsome young man," he teased, smiling at his daughter. Though wrinkly, he found her to be the most beautiful and precious little girl.Wythe huffed proudly, his lips in a slight pout. "I wasn't this ugly! Besides, you didn't see me when I was a baby." A hint of sadness crossed his face; he hadn't been as lucky as his sister—he hadn't had his dad by his side when he was born.Hearing the touch of bitterness in his son's voice, Lambert immediately understood. Wythe was jealous, understandably so. For all his maturity, Wythe was still just a child. For his first five or six years, he had only his mother and no father. He often envied kids with both parents, and when Lydia finally returned home, her on-again, off-again relationship with Lambert had left Wythe hurt and forced him to grow up faster than other
Lambert paced restlessly in the hallway, nearly losing his mind. Every moment was agonizing, with Lydia's screams from the delivery room piercing his heart. He prided himself on being strong, yet in that instant, he felt an overwhelming urge to flee, especially as her cries of pain echoed through. Angry at himself, he slapped his own face—Lydia was suffering because of him, and he'd never realized how terrifying childbirth could be."Calm down. This is what childbirth is like," a woman nearby said kindly. She was the mother of a little girl, and both she and her husband couldn't help but notice how visibly nervous Lambert was. "You've been through this once before, so you should be able to handle it," she added."Why isn't it over yet? Is she in danger?" Lambert's mind was in turmoil, fighting the urge to rush inside and see Lydia himself.The little girl's father stepped in, attempting to reassure him. "You and your family will be just fine," he said. The man recalled his own frantic
At that moment, Lydia was on the verge of total collapse, as if her entire world had crumbled in an instant, and sorrow overwhelmed her.What had she done? What had she been doing these past days?She had been recklessly indulging in Lambert's affection, without any sense of gratitude or restraint. Now, she regretted her actions deeply. If only she had known this day would come, she would never have argued with Lambert or dismissed his love and efforts out of a misguided sense of pride.All she wanted was for him to be safe, to live happily with her and their children, never to be apart.Lydia's vision blurred as she stood in shock, unable to step closer to the crowd to confirm what had happened. But through a gap, she caught sight of a blood-red stain spreading across the ground. The sight was so jarring that it felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest."Mom, are you okay?"Wythe ran over, panting, to see Lydia sitting dazed on the ground, staring at the red stain in
Lambert's words made Wythe roll his eyes, secretly exasperated. What was going on with his dad? Wasn't everything decided? Why was he suddenly backing out at the last moment?Men! Their thoughts are just impossible to figure out!Lambert had indeed changed his mind unexpectedly. He didn't want to deceive Lydia, even if it was just a harmless joke. Something about it felt wrong. Even if it was to bring them closer, lying to her didn't seem right.Wythe's plan had been simple he wanted Lambert to stage an accident, making it seem like he'd been hit by a car. He was certain his mom would show her true feelings; if she still cared for him, there was no way she'd just stand by. It was a good plan, but now that the moment had come, Lambert didn't want to test Lydia this way.People's feelings shouldn't be tested.Wythe grew increasingly anxious. They'd prepared everything, but now his dad was retreating? That wasn't like him at all! Taking advantage of n
Half a month had passed since Lydia's last check-up. Lambert continued caring for Lydia with the same attentiveness, unbothered by her cold attitude towards him. Although her indifference saddened him, he was undeterred; his determination grew in the face of difficulty, a testament to his personality.But little Wythe had had enough. He felt it was time to give his parents a nudge towards reconciliation. Yes, it was his turn to step up!So, one morning, when Lambert went out early to buy groceries as usual, Wythe found an excuse to tag along. Lydia didn't think much of it; over time, she had noticed Lambert's earnest efforts and couldn't deny feeling somewhat touched, even if her heart remained conflicted. Deep down, she feared reopening herself to love, only to be hurt again.After all, "Once bitten, twice shy," as they say. Lydia never saw herself as particularly brave—in fact, in love, she was timid and afraid. She longed for a peaceful, uncomplicated l
Once, Lydia believed she and Lambert would grow old together, inseparable and loyal. But her genuine love had only brought repeated hurt and disappointment. That's why she had fled Nova City, leaving behind everyone she knew, so this time, she refused to open her heart again.Lambert sighed, his tone gentle. He knew Lydia wouldn't easily open up to him again, but he didn't mind; he was willing to wait. Determined, he led her to the prenatal clinic, aware of the many tests ahead—ultrasounds, blood tests, monitoring the baby's heartbeat—a series of over ten examinations. Each department was exceptionally busy, requiring an immense amount of patience.Throughout, Lambert remained unwaveringly attentive, showing no sign of impatience. He stayed by Lydia's side with the eager anticipation of any expectant father, his heart fully in it.Before the ultrasound, Lydia needed to drink water, but Lambert, inexperienced in these matters, hadn't prepared any. She didn't feel inclined to remind him
Happiness, it seems, makes people wish the same for those around them. Like the husband in the next hospital bed—he had the sense to keep quiet the moment he sensed the tension between Lydia and Lambert.Lambert didn't seem to mind Lydia's sudden outburst. He simply took off his suit jacket, now stained with soup, and said regretfully, "The soup spilled, Lydia. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer. I'll have someone bring a new one right away! Why not have a piece of cake to tide you over?"Lambert's calm demeanor only made Lydia feel as if her anger was landing on nothing but soft cotton, frustrating her even more. What was Lambert up to? Was he mocking her on purpose?It was infuriating!Lydia knew her emotions were out of sorts lately. Ever since Lambert left, she hadn't had much of an appetite. When she found out his trip was delayed, everything around her began to irritate her. It was as though a cloud of anger clogged her heart, but she couldn't find a way to let it ou