My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Auntie, I Like You

"Can you draw my name, too?"

"Of course. What’s your name?"

"Aidan Grant."

Cecelia Archer drew out his name, then she drew the names of all the servants in the Grant Family.

Aidan Grant’s initial wariness, even a bit of resistance, had transformed into a star-struck gaze.

He praised her sincerely, "You’re amazing. No wonder Candy Archer knows so many words. It turns out there’s a trick to it! Who taught you?"

Cecelia Archer said, "I’m self-taught. I’ve always liked drawing, ever since I was little. You’re so smart, if you study seriously, you’ll definitely learn faster than Candy."

Aidan Grant blinked. "Alright. I’ll reluctantly count that as you passing the first two tests. Now, I’m going to ask you some questions."

Cecelia watched him instantly switch back to his "little adult" persona, pretending to be serious, and she smiled gently.

"Ask away."

"What do you and Candy Archer do together every day? Do you give her a good-morning kiss when she wakes up? Do you make her breakfast? No lying!"

Cecelia answered truthfully, "Not just a good-morning kiss, we kiss many, many times a day. And of course I make her breakfast."

’Many, many times?’

Aidan Grant’s eyes widened. "Then do you tell her a story before bed? Do you punish her when she makes a mistake?"

"I tell her a story every day. But I’ve been too busy these past few days, so her godmother has been telling them. I’ve never punished her. For children your age, rewards are more important than punishment. Besides, Candy is a very well-behaved child. She almost never does anything wrong."

Aidan Grant’s expression suddenly darkened.

’Candy Archer is so lucky.’

’Not only does she get to kiss her mom and listen to her stories every day, but she also never gets scolded.’

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Sadly, he couldn’t even remember what his own mother looked like.

"If you become my teacher, will you tell me a story every day, too?"

Cecelia looked at his hopeful yet slightly evasive eyes, paused for a moment, and answered honestly, "No."

Aidan Grant was stunned.

Cecelia explained, "The tutor you’re looking for only comes on weekends, and only for an hour each time. Even if I become your teacher, I could only tell you stories on the weekends." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"But I don’t want a cold teacher who doesn’t say anything and just watches me practice my writing."

Aidan Grant suddenly pouted in frustration. "If you become my teacher, can you come to my house every day?"

’That’s probably not possible.’

He had to go to school during the day, and in the evening, Cecelia needed to be with her daughter. It was impossible for her to come to his house every day.

Being rejected so bluntly, Aidan Grant looked very disappointed.

"You don’t like me? You think our family isn’t paying enough? This is the first time I’ve ever met a teacher who doesn’t want to come to my house every day!"

’My previous teachers couldn’t wait to come over every day. It was only after I threw a fit that they switched to weekends.’

"It’s not that I don’t like you."

Seeing him pout with his cheeks puffed out, finally looking more like a child, Cecelia couldn’t help but touch his little face.

"On the contrary, you’re very cute and smart. I like you a lot. But I have my own child to take care of, so I’m afraid I can’t take this job. Many other smart and gentle teachers will come to teach you, and they’ll tell you stories."

"But I don’t want them! I only want you!"

Aidan Grant suddenly couldn’t hold it in anymore and blurted out his feelings for her.

In fact, seeing Candy Archer and her mother hugging in the hospital room yesterday had made him very envious. It even caused him to dream last night that his own mother was holding him.

He had never seen his mother since he was born. His father was busy with work all day, leaving him with only an old nanny, a butler, and a driver for company. It was incredibly boring.

"Fine, I’ll be honest with you. I really like you, and I want you to stay and be my teacher. You’ve passed the interview."

He was just a child, after all. She had passed his "interview" so easily, but Cecelia didn’t feel happy about it.

"We’ve only known each other for a very short time. You don’t know me well yet. I might have many traits you won’t like. Let’s get to know each other a bit first. It’s getting late today; you need to get up and eat."

"I don’t want to eat. Grandma King only makes the same few old-fashioned breakfasts every day. I’m so sick of them!"

With that, Aidan Grant flopped listlessly back onto the bed and pulled the covers over his face.

Cecelia felt as if she were seeing her own pouting Candy. She gently pulled him out from under the covers and held him in her arms.

"You can tell Grandma King what you want to eat. She’ll make it for you."

"But I don’t know what to eat. I don’t know what tastes good."

Cecelia’s hands were so soft, and being held by her felt so comfortable. She smelled nice, and her voice was gentle—just like the mother he had always imagined. Aidan Grant found it even harder to let her go.

"Auntie, can you make breakfast for me?"

"I can," Cecelia said gently. "But I only know how to make a few kinds of breakfast. You might not be used to them."

"I’m not that picky! Go get me some clothes!"

Cecelia found him some clothes. After he washed up, the two of them went downstairs, holding hands.

The nanny was very surprised that he had come down so quickly, and that the young master was in such good spirits.

"Young Master, you’re up? Breakfast is ready. Hurry and eat, you have to go to school soon."

Aidan Grant ignored her and pulled Cecelia toward the kitchen.

"Is Candy Archer going to school today? Since you’re at my house, who’s taking her?"

"She’s not going today. Didn’t she get hurt yesterday? Her wound hasn’t fully healed yet, so I plan to take her to the hospital again later."

Aidan Grant was displeased. "But I’m hurt, too. Why do I have to go to school?"

Cecelia glanced at the gauze on his forehead. "If you still don’t feel well, you can tell your father you want to rest at home. He’ll understand."

"But I’m so bored at home. Grandma King just tells me I can’t do this and I can’t touch that. She won’t even let me go to the amusement park, says it’s too dangerous. It’s so annoying. Auntie, have you ever taken Candy Archer to an amusement park?"

Cecelia answered honestly, "I have. But not often."

"Are you afraid it’s dangerous, too?"

"Not really. At your age, it’s a time for exploring the world. There are many things you can only know are dangerous or not by trying them yourself... If her check-up goes well, I was planning to take her again today. Do you want to come with us?"

"Yes, yes!"

The more they talked, the more Aidan Grant liked her. "I want to watch you cook. Can I come with you?"

Grandma King usually said the kitchen was unsafe and never even let him in the door. He was actually quite curious about how to turn on the stove and cook things.

"Of course."

Seeing the exploratory gleam in his eyes, Cecelia brought in a chair and had him stand on it.

"This way you can see me. If you want to try, you can help me wash the vegetables later."

The two of them began preparing breakfast in a lively atmosphere.

When the nanny saw Cecelia carry a chair inside and noticed the young master staying in the kitchen for a long time without coming out, she followed them in.

The moment she looked, she was dumbfounded.

"Oh my god, Young Master, what are you doing? It’s so dangerous to stand up that high! Get down immediately!"

"And you!" she snapped at Cecelia. "Do you have any common sense? He’s only three years old! You’re letting him get that close to a knife? I guess his last injury wasn’t bad enough for you!"

"I’m calling the master! What kind of teacher is this?!"