My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball
Chapter 97

Chapter 97 I Can Only Sleep Peacefully By Your Side

When Byron heard the little one's cries, he raised his head and looked over. Rosalie Jacobs tried to soothe Estie by patting her gently on the back soothingly, but her sobbing became louder. Her tiny figure broke free from the blanket and crawled into Rosalie's arms, her two little hands tightly clutching the woman's clothing. Estella continued crying. Then with tears blurring her sight, she opened her eyes and stared at Rosalie's face.

When Estie was sure that Rosalie Jacobs was still there, her sobbing gradually eased. Seeing the little girl's already flushed face becomes redder from crying, Rosalie Jacobs felt a pang of heartache, as if she saw her twins through Estie's tearful face.

"Estie, I'm here. Don't cry anymore, your pretty eyes will swell, and it will hurt." Rosalie Jacobs reassured her softly and gently wiped the tears from the little girl's face.

Estella cried too hard and couldn't stop her chest from heaving, her tears continued to flow. She held on to Rosalie's blouse and refused to let go.

The wrinkled spot around Rosalie's shoulders was soaked by Little Estie's sweaty palms, but she didn't mind and just comforted her patiently. Not long after, the little girl got tired from sobbing and fell asleep again, gently twitching from her cries in her sleep. Rosalie Jacobs carefully wrapped her in a small blanket, leaving only her hands stretched out, still clutching her blouse. Seeing the intimacy between the two, Byron's eyes darkened. Yet, he just remained silent. Mrs. Zora couldn't help but worry about the Little Lady, so she came over to check-in. Imagine her relief when she saw Little Lady was sleeping soundly in Young Madam's arms, "Sure enough, Little Lady can only sleep peacefully by Young Madam's side. She throws a huge fit whenever she is sick, nobody can coax her. Sometimes even the Young Master is at his wit's end about her."

Rosalie Jacobs was stunned for a moment. She had so many questions. What about Wendy Fuller? As Little Estie's mother, can't you coax the little girl?

Moreover, this time Estie was sick, where the heck is this woman? Could it be that she doesn't care about her child? Just when she was about to ask, Byron's deep voice rang out.

"She might wake up tonight. Why don't you take her up to the guest room to rest? You can catch some sleep for a while."

Mrs. Zora also echoed, "Yes Madam, it's already late. You came just after work with the young master, you must be tired too. Come on, go get some rest with the Little Lady."

Rosalie held back the questions she wanted so badly to ask and hesitantly glanced up the stairs. Memories from six years ago shot through her mind, and a touch of bitterness appeared in her heart. Rosalie shook her head and refused, "It's alright, I'll just rest here for a while.

Little Estie finally fell asleep, I'm worried I'll wake her." For this reason alone, the two of them couldn't say anything else. Mrs. Zora exchanged some caring pleasantries with Rosalie and then withdrew for the night.

There were only three of them left in the living room. Byron's sudden mention of Lucian and Nox's age made Rosalie still feel a little wary. She kept looking down at the little girl in her arms trying to avoid meeting his eyes. For a while, the man's voice was not heard again.

Rosalie Jacobs slowly relaxed.

Today, she had a busy day and spent a lot of time treating Old Man Quirke in the afternoon. Now the fatigue has indeed started setting in. In addition, Little Estie in her arms exuded heat like a small heater. He gentle snore echoed in the woman's ears, like a spell further lulling Rosalie Jacobs to sleep. Although she tried hard to stay awake, she quickly fell asleep in a daze.

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