His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 406: The Big Misunderstanding

Chapter 406: Chapter 406: The Big Misunderstanding

Chapter 406

That smile suddenly reminded her of her father when she was a child, carrying her on his shoulders and letting her "ride a horse."

As she grew older, her father’s presence gradually faded. After his divorce from her mother, he mostly provided her with material things.

Years later, when she returned home after being away for some time, she found a stepmother and a "half-sibling" sister. Since then, there has been an even deeper chasm between her and her father.

Charles Carrington was worried about hurting the little girl, so he didn’t exert much force with his hands.

When she remained silent, he glanced over at her.

As he had expected...

The child was bewitched by his charm.

Alas...

He sighed softly in his heart.

Now, he’s even more unsure of how to reject the little girl’s future confession of love.

Thinking about this, he quickly tied the gauze into a somewhat unshaped butterfly knot and stood up.

"Get some rest, then. I’ll be going."

Layla Lowell didn’t react.

She was lost in her memories, her thoughts far away.

The love her father had given her in childhood was both deeply missed and heart-wrenching.

In her adulthood, the distance with her father was a source of sadness.

She had always thought that one day, she would have a big fight with her father, either reconciling or never talking again.

But she didn’t wait for that day, and she was separated from him forever without even seeing his last face.

The more she thought about it, the more stifled she felt, not knowing whether to be angry or forgiving.

These emotions intertwined, involuntarily tinting her eyes with a light blush and mist, looking pitiful and very different from her usual strong demeanor.

Charles Carrington was taken aback.

Had he spoken too harshly?

He quickly tried to recall what he had said, and it seemed... there was no problem.

There was only one explanation - she didn’t want him to leave.

Facing a little girl who owed him her life, he felt somewhat helpless.

Too blunt would hurt people.

Dragging it out would hurt people even more in the future.

At this moment, he saw a tear fall from the corner of Layla Lowell’s eye.

His heart clenched.

His first reaction was to reach out to wipe it away.

Suddenly feeling it was not appropriate, he took a napkin and gently wiped the tear without touching her skin.

Layla Lowell quickly regained her senses and was surprised at her vulnerability.

She hadn’t thought she would be so sentimental, that she would cry.

She quickly turned away to wipe her tears, not wanting to be laughed at.

Charles Carrington sighed inwardly and asked her, "Do you want to hear a story?"

The little girl was crying, so he decided to stay a little longer.

Layla Lowell was startled at the offer. A story?

Why tell a story?

Could she... refuse?

After some hesitation, she suppressed her refusal and, considering his feelings, nodded and said, "Go ahead."

Charles Carrington pulled up the blanket: "You lie down."

Layla Lowell was confused but went along with him, watching him tuck her in and turn off the light, leaving only a small lamp on.

Then he sat down in a chair beside her and began to tell a story.

Layla Lowell had expected a bedtime story.

Like the little rabbit looking for its mother, for example.

She didn’t expect him to tell her about a case he had handled before.

His story began with a crime scene.

After listening for a while, she couldn’t help but speak up: "Mr. Carrington, can we change the story? This one is a little bloody."

Charles Carrington stopped.

He had intended to tell her about his most triumphant case, but he didn’t expect her to be scared.

After all, she was just a little girl, timid by nature.