Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again

Chapter 0070

Caroline's POV:

George's crying startled me out of my tired stupor. Still lying in my arms, the baby's little hands grabbed at my shirt, begging for something. His cries had snagged the attention of the newly hired nanny, who looked panicked and unsure of what to do. "Oh, come here, little George," she cooed, reaching out with open arms to take the baby from my hands. "I'll take care of you."

The nanny's offer of care only seemed to trigger George to wail more. He buried his wet face into my chest, hiding away from the nanny. His decision was clear, he wanted to be with me.

His cries triggered something instinctual in me, and so without hesitation, I did what only came naturally: be a mother. I began to coax him down from his crying fit with soft words and gentle rocking, which seemed to calm him down some.

William must have been woken up by George's fit of crying, because he soon trudged down with a stretch and a tired yawn. "What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes landing on me and George with a look of confusion. "Wait, what are you doing here with George?" What does it look like? I thought to myself. Taking care of your son? I ran a slow hand over George's head, relieved that his cries had tempered down into little whimpers. My eyes flicked up to the nanny, who seemed at a loss for what to do. "He's hungry," I guessed, knowing I was right. "Where do you keep the powdered milk?"

"In one of the kitchen cabinets," answered the nanny, looking a little less frazzled now that George was being properly cared for. "I can show you! I'm a little busy preparing breakfast at the moment, so could you take care of it?"

William cut in, "Well, it's your job to take care of my family, so I think you can take care of the milk as well-"

"William," I interrupted, holding up a hand to hush him. "I can take care of it."

Following the nanny, I expertly shifted George into one arm. I swiftly retrieved the supplies with no issue, and I didn't even have to measure out how much powder I needed for a single bottle. Every little step needed to properly care for a baby was already ingrained in my head, and I could do it all with just one hand. I could feel William's eyes on me the entire time I diligently made George his milk, but he was ignored.

Once I was done, I raised the bottle to George's whimpering mouth and watched as his cries died down and he latched on. His little hands came up to hold the bottle and his eyes slipped shut as he sucked contentedly. A sigh of relief left me and I turned to saunter back to the sofa, only to be met with William's smiling face.

Unease ebbed at my nerves as I shook off his odd stare. "What are you smiling at?" I inquired, sounding indifferent.

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Chapter 0070

"Nothing," William replied, amusement lacing his voice. "I just didn't expect you to be so skilled at taking care of children."

My biting words left me before I could even stop them. "Of course I am. I learned everything there is to know from all the parenting courses I took back when I was pregnant with Daniel."

My words were like a bombshell, and in an instant, the smile left William's face. An awkward silence permeated the air. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but when I searched for my remorse, I found that I didn't regret what I said. It was something William needed to hear, whether he liked it or not.

Poor, ignorant George looked between his silent father and pseudo-mother and gurgled into his bottle. He popped it out of his mouth and babbled something incoherent, a silly smile on his face. It's like he's trying to resolve the tension, I joked, a smile of my own appearing on my face.

"Okay, he stopped crying," I said at last. "He can be left to the nanny now. William, I-"

I looked up and was surprised to see William a lot closer than he was before. His expression was a mingling of pain and something unreadable. Was that regret I saw on his face? "William, what-?"

"If I had saved you first, would you be better now?" he asked outright, something strange appearing in his eyes.

His words hit me like a pile of bricks. It was a surprise to know that that fateful day still weighed on his mind. Did he know how agonizing that day was to me; the day I lost everything? Did he even feel the slightest bit of guilt over what he'd done?If he did, I didn't know if I could ever even believe it. My eyes carefully studied his, looking for even the barest traces of lies.