Chapter 1293

Chapter 1293

Luke's chest heaved.

He didn't leave, quietly gazing at Brad sleeping.

He stood still for ten or twenty minutes.

Luke gently stroked Brad's face and tucked him in before leaving.

Back in his room, he didn't sleep, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out of the window. It was dark as ink. He held a glass of wine, shook it, and then downed it.

Early the next morning.

Brad was brought downstairs by Brandy to eat breakfast. Brandy was surprised to see his boss reading the newspaper instead of going to the company.

Brad didn't like soya milk.

At the smell of it, he wrinkled his small brows like an aged man.

It was just a tiny detail, but Luke noticed it. He put down the newspaper, saying, "Just leave it if you don't like it."

Yet Brad shook his head. "Mom said I can't waste food. I'll drink it this time. Don't prepare soya milk for me again."

Raising his little head, he pouted and swallowed the soya milk though reluctant.

Luke was stunned and