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

Chapter 0069

Caroline's POV:

Of all the people I thought would wake me on this quiet night, the last person I expected was little George. "George, how did you get out of your crib?" I whispered, keeping quiet so as to not awaken William. Didn't the villa have a nanny now? Where was she? No matter the answer, George was now beside the bed, waving his little hands helplessly as he babbled for help getting on the bed. He was too young to properly walk just yet, begging the question of how he had gotten here in the first place. Either way, he was fruitlessly trying to get up on his feet, but just as he was about to fall, I scooped him off the floor and held him close to my chest.

George blinked dazedly and snuggled closer to my warmth, babbling something I couldn't understand. He was a talkative one, I could already tell. Holding his small, soft frame, I felt a strange sense of peace settle over me.

In the dim glow of the night light, I could see his wide blue eyes stare up at me with wonder. To my surprise, he was giving me a gummy little smile, a sight that made me giggle. What a silly little child, I mused to myself. It's like he doesn't even know his mother is gone. Even though this wasn't my child, I still found myself cherishing this moment with little George. Perhaps it was because I had almost been a mother myself. I instinctually began to rock him, nuzzling him close to my chest with a soft smile. This once was far more genuine than any I had given William tonight.

I felt William restlessly shift beside me in the bed and I feared I might be causing too much movement. "Shh," I whispered to George playfully, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "We need to be quiet or else we'll wake your daddy up."

George just giggled and tugged on my shirt as I got out of bed. I had to be careful, lest my injured ankle cause me to trip and fall over with George in my arms. I promised myself I would protect this little boy for the night, and so I began slowly and steadily limping my way to his

room.

When we arrived, I coaxed him into a relaxed state, where it seemed like he was about to fall into a peaceful sleep. I approached the crib, ready to set him down and leave, but then he jolted back into awareness. He seemed to recognize where he was and unhappily grabbed the collar of my shirt tightly. His face appeared aggrieved, as if he were accusing me of being a neglectful mother.

I was nothing but speechless. "Oh, George," I murmured, shaking my head. How could I make him understand that it was Sophia who was his mother, not me? Did Sophia really spend so little time with him that he didn't even consider her his mother? A child's love was special and sacred, and yet it seemed like she hadn't earned her own son's love.

I couldn't find the heart to leave George alone, and so I let out a tired sigh and relented. "Alright, you win," I said with an affectionate giggle. I took one of his blankets and properly

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swaddled him in my arms.

Carefully bringing him downstairs, I kept him tucked close to my breast and brought him to the sofa. Once on the couch, I was free to rock him back into a sleepy state. "Is this better for you?" I chuckled, kissing him on the head. "Are you happy now, little one?" George cooed as his eyes slowly slipped shut as he was lulled into a deep sleep. His face was so adorable when it was blessed with sleep. With plump features and rosy cheeks, I could barely take my eyes off of him.

Memories of my pregnancy with my own baby boy flashed in my mind. How many times had I dreamt of holding him just as I held George now? How long had I waited to care and dote over my own sweet child? The knowledge of what I lost weighed heavy on my mind, and while little George would never replace my Daniel, I still treasured him all the same.

I'm not sure how long it took, but I was eventually lulled into a deep sleep myself, leaning against the couch with George gently cradled in my arms. For once in a very long time, I felt at

peace,

"George! What is wrong with you?"

I awoke the next morning to the cries of the nanny, who fretted over the baby in my arms. It swiftly registered to me that George was crying out for something, grabbing at my shirt and tugging for comfort. Today's Bonus Offer