Trouble in Paradise



Chapter 0599

Back at Coral Villa, Tabitha had also returned.

I carried Tabitha upstairs and started unpacking her things from the suitcase. She was thrilled.

Nicholas walked over and squatted beside her. "Tabitha, Daddy and Mommy prepared these for you. Do you want to kiss Daddy and Mommy?"

Tabitha stared at him without blinking. After a while, she timidly hid in his embrace.

I knew she understood. Tabitha had always been smart, but she struggled to express herself and often avoided such direct emotional interactions. It was her habit to retreat instead.

However, Nicholas had experience. He could understand Tabitha better.

He spoke to her gently, guided her, and kissed her cheek first. Then he encouraged her. To my surprise, Tabitha actually kissed Nicholas back.

Even I was taken aback. My vision blurred slightly as I observed them. Their eyes were strikingly similar, a resemblance impossible to ignore when they were side by side.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

How could I not think of him when looking into eyes like that?

Nicholas smiled and carried Tabitha over to me. She obediently kissed me on the cheek. I heard Nicholas encouraging her to express herself boldly and to talk more.

He said, "Daddy make all your wishes come true."

I left quietly, leaving them some space. I thought back to the conversation I had with Nicholas in the car before we came back.

He said that even if I told him not to make up for anything, he would show me he could. He asked for one month. After that, if I still wasn't willing to stay at Coral Villa, I could take Tabitha and leave.

Eight years had already passed. Couldn't I wait another month? Nicholas was bound to lose.

That evening, Nicholas cooked dinner himself. I didn't know what kind of magic spell he cast on Tabitha, but the girl who usually paid little attention to the outside world insisted on sitting outside and watching him cook.

I didn't refuse and sat on the couch with Tabitha. For Tabitha, this was at least a good sign.

Nicholas baked some salmon for dinner. When it was ready, he carefully picked out the best part and placed it on my plate.

I glanced at him and took a small piece. After making sure there were no fishbones, I fed it to Tabitha bite by bite. Nicholas was still peeling shrimp. His gaze constantly drifted toward us. When Tabitha had finished the last bite of fish, he couldn't take it anymore and spoke up.

"You should eat too. Tabitha doesn't need to eat that much," he said, placing some peeled shrimp onto my plate. *Pass Tabitha to me, and you eat."

I glared at him. What did he mean by saying Tabitha didn't need to eat so much?

Annoyed, I replied, "No need, I'll feed Tabitha."

Nicholas pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "You've worked hard these past few years. I don't know how you managed to raise her on your own."

A wave of emotion rushed to my nose.

When Nicholas cried, I felt nothing. When he apologized, I remained unmoved. Even when he shouted his love for me, I just listened casually.

But when he said these words about how hard I was, my eyes instantly welled up.

When I had just given birth to Tabitha, I had to breastfeed her. I couldn't get a good night's sleep every night. Plus, my body was in poor condition after childbirth, and sometimes I even felt dizzy when I walked.

But as a mother, no matter how hard it was, it was my responsibility. I knew I was working hard, and others had comforted me before. But when these words came from the child's father, it meant something different.

Nicholas reached out, gently tugging my hand that rested on the table.

'I'll take care of everything from now on. I'll make sure this home is a safe haven for you and Tabitha."

I admitted that I was touched for a moment. These words were too beautiful.

But I didn't need them anymore. I could take care of myself and Tabitha. I pulled my hand away and handed Tabitha to Nicholas.

"You feed her. I'm full."