Don‘t Go, Auntie
Seeing Rosalie, Byron, and Estie together, Mrs. Zora grew even more nostalgic for the good old days.
Thinking she wanted to give them some time alone, she exchanged a few pleasantries with them
before quietly stepping away. All of a sudden, the three of them were alone in the living room. Byron
looked at Rosalie and Estie, his gaze dark. Sensing his eyes on her, Rosalie turned away and carried
Estie to the couch, trying to put her down.
Estie could tell what she was planning to do, and her large eyes screamed her displeasure. She held
on tight to Rosalie‘s shoulders, refusing to let go. Rosalie had no choice but to sit down on the couch,
comforting her gently, “Estie, good girl, you‘re sick. You should sleep early. I‘ll tuck you in, okay?”
Estie buried her face in the crook of Rosalie‘s neck and shook her head wordlessly.
Rosalie frowned slightly. “Do you not want to sleep?” The girl in her arms nodded and turned around in
her embrace, reaching out her hand for a little notebook on the table. Rosalie reached over and picked
up the notebook, putting it into her hands. She watched as the little girl wrote something in the book.
“After I fall asleep, you’ll leave. I don‘t want you to leave.” Estie wrote every word clearly and then
pursed her lips, looking extremely reluctant. Rosalie was surprised to read those words. Was the little
girl really so attached to her? Next to her, Byron read the girl‘s words and then glanced at Rosalie,
saying sternly, “Auntie has to go home. Go to sleep, like a good girl.” Estie pouted at her father‘s words
and turned to seek confirmation from Rosalie.
Rosalie nodded.
Those two boys were still waiting for her at home. Lisa was watching over them, but she still felt a little
worried.
Upset, Estie lowered her gaze. Her little hands kept tugging at the hem of Rosalie‘s clothes, crumpling
it up. Rosalie could not bear to see her look so upset.
After a moment, Estie finally let go of Rosalie‘s hem.
Just as Rosalie thought she had agi her notebook again.
“Ask Daddy to bring those boys here. Don‘t go, Auntie.”
Estie then turned around and hugged Rosalie’s neck pitifully, refusing to let go. Her high temperature
left Rosalie unable to refuse. After a moment, Rosalie sighed inwardly and gave in.
“Alright, I won‘t go. Don‘t worry and just go to sleep, okay?” The little girl finally raised her head at those
words, but there was still a hint of suspicion in her teary eyes. Rosalie rubbed her head.
“I‘ll stay here with you. Go on, go to sleep.” Finally, the little girl settled even deeper into her embrace
and fell asleep on her shoulder. Even after she was sound asleep, her little hands still gripped Rosalie‘s
clothes tightly, as though she was worried someone would steal her away. Rosalie looked at the little
girl in her arms, her heart melting into a puddle. Byron‘s gaze darkened as he looked at the two of them
on the couch. He took a seat on the single–seater couch next to Rosalie and asked the butler to bring
them two cups of tea. After that, he picked up his phone and began to work remotely.
He had not been lying when he said he needed to work overtime. He was truly swamped with work
right now. With that, a silence fell over the living room again. Listening to the girl‘s rhythmic breathing,
Rosalie whispered at the butler to bring a small blanket so she could wrap the girl up cozily.
Estie must have felt too warm even in her sleep because she tossed and turned in Rosalie‘s arms.
Rosalie carefully wiped the sweat from her brow, her eyes filled with warmth.
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