Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

At this thought, Jeremy’s gaze landed on the remaining half of the cake.

Yvonne, standing on her tiptoes, grinned widely, Jeremy, cut here! This piece is the prettiest!”

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Jeremy followed her request, cutting the most delicate slice of cake. He grabbed a knife and fork from the tray, mumbled something to the little one, and then turned to walk out.

Charles’s room was at the end of the hallway, oddly quiet.

Jeremy knocked softly, then gave it another tap. After a second, the door handle slowly turned, and the white door creaked

open without a sound.

Standing in the doorway, he held the small cake with both hands and softly called out, “Hey, Charles”

Charles glanced at the cake in his hands, his long lashes fluttering just a little, but he didn’t say anything

Jeremy cleared his throat, “Uh, this is the cake I got for Yvonne tonight. Want to try a bite?” He paused, then added with a smirk. It’s super sweet”

Charles lifted his eyes, then asked, as if out of nowhere, “Her name’s Yvonne?”

“Yeah. Mentioning Yvonne made Jeremy’s words come our fast. I went to the orphanage with Dad this morning to adopt her. She’s really well–behaved. By the way, have you met her?”

Charles, resting his hand against his lips, coughed a few times, his voice quiet. “Yeah, I’ve seen her. In the garden.”

“Oh, okay.”

The silence fell again.

It wasn’t until a while later that Jeremy finally spoke up to break the awkward pause. “Well, if you don’t want the cake. I’ll just take it out.”

He was fully ready for rejection, but to his surprise, Charles raised his hand and, with an almost delicate motion, took the cake from him. Thanks.”

After the door clicked shut, Jeremy stood frozen for a while, not quite able to process what had just happened.

He hadn’t expected Charles to actually accept the cake, and even thank him.

His hand, which had been hanging at his side, unconsciously tightened into a fist, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

At dinner, Kelvin didn’t return, so it was just Yvonne and Jeremy at the table.

Yvonne had been holding back for a while but finally couldn’t help herself. “Jeremy, is Mr. Kelvin Adler not coming back for dinner?”

Jeremy, in a great mood, casually turned to answer, “Well, when work’s crazy, sometimes he doesn’t get back until late at night.

“Oh, got it. Yvonne lowered her eyes and stared at her bowl, not saying another word.

She still had a healthy appetite at dinner–she hadn’t eaten much since lunch.

By the time they were done, it was already seven. Jeremy had to go out for something, and Yvonne went back to her room.

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Yvonne stood there, holding the branches just like the hard that ring

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Back in her room, she noticed the vibrace roses in a vase on the sable Liften had plant them there we thinking the room was too plain.

Yvonne moved in slow, deliberate steps, her small hands gently reading the story docet ind

The moment her fingertips brushed against it, a soft green glow tickered so life, casting a real shutter over the pealis

The rose, already stunning now seemed almost sinfd in its heavy–whery, mod and dripping with code I trigger exploded through the room, saturating the air with a heady sweetest

She inhaled deeply, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. Perfect the only would the towers stay for longer has the scent would also grow richer, more intoxicating,

With that thought, the padded off to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then dipped sader the converting mo a dreamless sleep.

At least, until hunger came knocking

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Her stomach’s loud, imistent growl startled her awake. Groggy, she pushed herself up, blinking against the dafon

At some point, the room’s lights had gone out, leaving only the warm glow of the tiny nigam by her bed, casting so shadows against the walls

She swallowed. She was starving Then she remembered–the cake. The one from arber

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Carefully, she cracked open the bedroom door, peeking outside like a cautious little cat. The hallway lights were still on the place was dead uilent.

Moving with the precision of a seasoned thief, she slipped out, her bare feet making no sound against the floor. The inving room was dark except for a faint nightlight, casting just enough glow to make out the furniture

She reached the fridge, pried open the heavy door, and scanned the shelves. There–her cake, sitting ugly on the top

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