Chapter Four
Sofia Hamilton thought that after breakfast, Wilson would forget about wanting to wash the pillowcases.
Yet, the little guy had a surprisingly good memory.
After he had eaten his fill, he propped his face with his little hands and stared at Ryan, unblinking.
Under his gaze, Ryan struggled to swallow his food.
Was his precious son watching him like this hoping he'd hurry up and wash the stuff?
Sure enough, Wilson offered a disarmingly charming smile, "I'm full now, and I suggest you don't eat too much. When you eat too much, the brain easily becomes hypoxic, then you'll want to sleep, and won't feel like doing anything else."
The corner of Ryan's mouth twitched—this kid!
He had just taken a sip of coffee and hadn't even eaten anything yet.
Yet there he was, giving that heart-meltingly adorable smile again as if everything he did was only natural.
Ryan raised an eyebrow, "Now that you're full, you can go upstairs and play."
