She sat on the edge of the sofa, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the wrinkles on her trousers. Only when Liam brought over a glass of milk did she slowly raise her eyes. Her blind eyes held just the right amount of bewilderment and confusion.
“Liam,” she said softly, with a hint of barely perceptible probing, “yesterday the lawyer called me and said… Noah’s legal guardian is registered under your name.”
Liam paused as he handed her the milk, his eyes flashing briefly. He avoided Clara's gaze, placed the cup on the coffee table in front of her, and said in a perfunctory tone, "Vanessa has it tough raising a child alone. I'm just helping out."
He never mentioned marriage, and didn't even bother to offer any further explanation.
Clara's eyelashes trembled.
She remembered seven years ago when she casually mentioned wanting to eat the strawberry cake from that shop in the west of the city. That day, it was pouring rain, and Liam, holding an umbrella, ran three blocks to buy it. When she came back, she was soaked to the bone, but she protected the cake carefully and said with a smile, "Niannian, try it quickly, it's still warm."