Chapter 557 Paxon Surprised
Smith felt a sudden stab in his chest when he heard those words.
The mirror between them wasn't just broken; it was shattered into pieces.
All he could do was crouch down and try to piece those fragments back together, bit by bit.
How he wished he had magic, that a single spell could restore the mirror between him and Bianca to its original state.
Smith lowered his head and kissed Bianca on the forehead.
His deep, dark eyes were filled with an undeniable sadness.
"Bianca, if that day ever comes, would you choose to forgive me?"
His voice was incredibly hoarse, tinged with a faint sorrow.
Bianca's brow furrowed as she stared at him for a few seconds, then said, "A broken mirror can be beautiful when mended, but not all mirrors can be fixed. If someone loses the most important thing in a relationship, no matter how hard they try, that mirror won't be whole again."
Like her and Edgar, that relationship had cost her the ability to love someone.
And it had cost her a child.
There was no way to mend that.
Hearing her words, Smith's lips curved into a bitter smile.
He understood the meaning behind Bianca's words all too well.
The barrier between them would require him to break through all obstacles to fully open up.
He held Paxon in his arms, wrapped an arm around Bianca, and walked out with the bustling crowd.
Paxon clung to his neck, his face full of excitement. "Uncle, can I sleep with you and Auntie tonight?"
Smith didn't hesitate to refuse, "No, you're a big boy now. You should sleep on your own."
"But I haven't slept with Auntie in so long. Just one night, please? You won't be that stingy, will you?"
Seeing his adorable face, Smith pinched his little nose. "Alright, just one night."
"Yay! Tonight, I'm sleeping with you guys."
Back at the palace, the three of them took a bath and lay down on the bed.
Paxon, exhausted from all the excitement, fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed.
Bianca looked at his chubby cheeks and couldn't resist giving him a kiss, her face glowing with undisguised affection.
Smith hugged her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. "You love kids so much, why don't we have one of our own?"
Bianca's hand, which had been gently stroking Paxon's head, suddenly paused at his words.
She and Smith had a political marriage.
For the future, having a child wouldn't be out of the question.
But for her, children were a subject she dared not touch.
She feared that, like last time, a child would come to her, but due to relationship issues, she would be forced to end its life.
That was a reality she could no longer accept.
She and Smith didn't expect undying love, but she was sure this marriage could last.
Bianca's voice carried a hint of sadness. "Maybe in a while."
Hearing this, Smith felt a pang of heartache and held her close.
His large hand gently stroked her head, his voice hoarse. "Bianca, I won't force you to do anything. Whenever you're ready, I'm here."
They held each other as the room's lights went out.
Everything became silent.
Bianca, nestled in Smith's arms, soon fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Paxon woke up needing to pee.
He opened his eyes to see Bianca and Smith tightly embracing each other, leaving him on the side.
He huffed in annoyance.
How could they treat a kid like this?
Weren't they afraid he'd fall off the bed?
Paxon climbed out of bed, his little legs carrying him to the bathroom.
Then, he quietly crawled back between Bianca and Smith.
Just as he was about to snuggle in, he saw a familiar face.
Paxon's eyes widened in surprise.
He stared at Smith's face for a long time.
He finally understood why Smith wore a mask.
As he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt someone pull him into an embrace.
Smith's deep eyes met his in the dark.
Paxon was about to speak, but Smith covered his mouth.
Smith gently shook his head, his eyes pleading.
He whispered in Paxon's ear, "Don't tell Auntie, okay?"
Paxon's big eyes stared at Smith's face, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
He didn't understand adult grudges.
But he could see how good Smith was to Bianca.
And he understood why Smith did what he did.
Paxon nodded sensibly, finding Smith's hand in the dark.
He hooked his little finger around Smith's, making a silent promise.
A childish gesture, but a silent agreement between two men.
In that moment, Smith felt a warmth in his heart.
He kissed Paxon's forehead.
Gently stroking his head, he whispered, "Thank you."
Then he held him close and went back to sleep.
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