Chapter 1467 - 1508: Want a Hug

Standing in front of Ivy was not the son she thought, but rather a teenager, a very handsome and aloof teenager. Although he appeared to be only 12 or 13 years old, the aura he emitted was as sharp as an unsheathed sword, making people hesitate. Yet his eyes... were cold and emotionless, like a pool of dead water. Just getting a glimpse of them sent a shiver down Amelia Foster’s spine.

At this moment, Ivy was still standing in front of the boy, holding up her little arms, seeming insistent on being hugged by him.

Since adopting Ivy, Amelia Foster rarely saw her display such intimate gestures to strangers. It was only after spending much time with Amelia and her son that Ivy started showing more closeness than she initially did.

However, the boy just coldly watched the little girl in front of him, without any intention of hugging her.

"What’s going on with this child?" The voice of Mr. May rang out, and Amelia hurriedly said, "This... this is my daughter. I... I don’t know how she ended up here. I’ll... I’ll take her away right now!" She said this, intending to pick up the little one.

But suddenly, the little one dashed to the boy’s feet and directly clung onto his thigh. The little one’s action was so abrupt that no one expected it, not even the boy who was caught off guard.

"Ivy wants brother...hug!" The little one seemed to struggle a bit as she finished the sentence.

Amelia Foster grew even more anxious. This boy, she guessed, was probably the young master that the elder sister had mentioned. If they really angered the young master, they wouldn’t be able to stay in this mansion.

Thus, Amelia Foster became more eager to pull the adopted daughter away from the boy.

But the little one was just like a child who was about to be taken away from her most beloved toy, with her tiny hands firmly gripping the boy’s leg, refusing to let go.

The scene instantly turned awkward, with only the tender voice echoing with a hint of crying, "Hug...hug...need a hug..."

"Jeremiah, since this child so wants you to hold her, why don’t you just hug her?" Theodora May suddenly suggested, watching the scene unfold with some interest.

Jeremiah May still just looked down, coldly observing the little one clinging tightly to his leg. To him, this was a situation he had never encountered before. Even when those young girls wanted to approach him, one cold glance from him would send them away.

Yet this little one before him seemed to be an exception, no matter how coldly he stared at her, it seemed to have no effect.

"Hug..." The little one cried out, her clear phoenix eyes gleaming with tears, making them appear even more vivid.

Jeremiah May suddenly felt a tug at his heart, an inexplicable feeling, and as if driven by an unseen force, he actually bent down and picked up the little one.

The little one, initially appearing on the verge of crying, suddenly giggled and unexpectedly kissed Jeremiah May’s cheek with a series of loud smacks.

Jeremiah May instantly froze, and Amelia Foster hurried forward to take her adopted daughter back. This time, the little one did not resist but let Amelia hold her.

————The appearance of the May Family is definitely not just to write about Ivy’s plot; there will be many storylines that resonate with previous Chapters. Some unresolved matters from the previous text will all be resolved as the plot unfolds. This was determined at the beginning of the outline, and I am very grateful that you all have accompanied the story and me, allowing me to persist all the way through.

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