Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 718: Lift You Up High

The snow night was peaceful and beautiful.

Shane was staying in the study handling year-end work.

The door of the study was pushed ajar, and half a head peeped through the crack.

In that instant, the scene seemed to overlap with the image when he first saw her at the wedding.

"Honey..." Audrey Sutton called him softly, worried he might be on a video call again.

Shane looked up at her and asked gently, "What’s up?"

Seeing Shane was free to talk, Audrey Sutton then opened the door and said, "I’m going to take a bath. Could you come and check on our son?"

Shane: "Bring him over here."

"Bring him here? Aren’t you afraid he’ll tear up your documents?"

Shane: "Can’t I handle him?"

Audrey Sutton chuckled, turned back to the room, and quickly brought Anna over, handing him to Shane’s arms and said, "Watch him. He puts everything he grabs into his mouth now."

Anna sat in Shane’s lap, immediately interested in the office supplies on the table in front of him, reaching out to grab a pen from the desk mountain but was directly blocked by Shane’s hand: "You go ahead and wash."

"Eh!" Anna’s stretched hand couldn’t grab anything, protesting unhappily with a sound, then stuffed his little hand into his mouth.

Audrey Sutton pulled Anna’s hand out, gently stroked his head, and said, "No eating hands, be good and listen to daddy."

Hearing Audrey Sutton speak, Anna’s big dark eyes stared at her.

Audrey Sutton turned around and left, disappearing out of the door, when immediately Anna pursed his lips in a posture as if about to cry. Seeing this, Shane lifted Anna with both hands and used his killer move—"up high."

With each rise and fall, Anna let out giggling laughter.

While still tossing him up high, Shane kept muttering to Anna: "Am I not good to you? You cry when you see your mom leave, but when I go to work, why don’t you cry?"

Anna didn’t understand any of it, just happily played along with the ups and downs.

A house not far away, belonging to Stephen Sutton.

The whole house was dark, except for the glow from the TV in the living room that made the room flicker.

Phoebe King yawned, turned to glance at Stephen Sutton beside her, then looked down at Summer, who was asleep in Stephen Sutton’s arms, and whispered, "The daughter’s asleep."

Stephen Sutton turned his head to look at her, saying, "You should sleep too."

Phoebe King stood up, gently lifted Summer from Stephen Sutton’s embrace, thinking she was going to take the child upstairs to sleep, he even prepared to turn off the TV with the remote.

Unexpectedly, Phoebe King tossed the child aside, and herself sat into Stephen Sutton’s lap, her back resting against his chest, and said, "You’ve been holding Summer all day, it’s time you hold me now."

Stephen Sutton raised a hand and pinched her waist: "Aren’t you grown up? Get up and go to sleep."

Phoebe King lingered without moving, nestled in his arms, saying, "No, hold me for a while."

Stephen Sutton frowned helplessly, whispering to her, "Lower the TV sound a bit." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Phoebe King complained: "It’s so low! I can hardly hear it!"

Stephen Sutton: "If you wake the daughter up, you soothe her yourself."

Phoebe King pouted: "If our daughter cries, someone would run faster than the speed of light to comfort her, wouldn’t leave the task to me?"

Saying this, Phoebe King turned her head, her forehead pressed against his chin, saying: "You never comforted me, thought you didn’t know how to comfort people."

Stephen Sutton slightly lifted her body up, wrapped an arm around her waist, saying seriously: "Didn’t I learn everything from you?"

Phoebe King looked at him, mischievously smiled and said: "Then Teacher Sutton, do you want to learn some new positions?"

Stephen Sutton’s hand had already slipped into her nightgown, no longer needing to be cautious like when she was pregnant, so he acted freely.

She wanted to play with fire, so he fanned the flames beside her.

Receiving Stephen Sutton’s response, she turned her body to face him, her arms hooked around his neck, and she initiated a kiss...

"Wow—"

Summer let out a little whimper, immediately stopping Stephen Sutton’s affectionate move, reaching out to gently pat Summer’s body, as Summer pursed her lips and quickly fell back asleep.

Stephen Sutton gently patted Phoebe King on the bottom, signaling her to get up, saying, "I’ll carry Summer to the crib."

Phoebe King sat up beside him, watching Stephen Sutton walk upstairs with Summer, and said, "I want you to carry me up too."

Stephen Sutton glanced at her: "Then sleep in the living room."

"Now that you have a daughter, you don’t want a wife anymore! Drink water and think of its source! You’re burning bridges after crossing the river!"

Stephen Sutton: "If you can’t describe it properly, don’t misuse metaphors."

Phoebe King, preparing to go upstairs, said: "The metaphor’s perfectly fine? Using it to describe an ungrateful person like you!"

Stephen Sutton: "Turn off the TV and lights."

Watching Stephen Sutton walk upstairs with their daughter, Phoebe King grumbled while searching for the remote: "All women but face different treatment! The nice atmosphere is ruined, dear Summer, do you still want a brother or sister?"

Phoebe King turned off the TV but still tidied up the messy blankets and pillows on the sofa.

Stephen Sutton put the child down and came downstairs, walked over and turned off the lights, leaving only the amber light at the staircase entrance, and stood by the stairs waiting for Phoebe King.

Phoebe King folded the blanket, hugged the pillow, and walked over to Stephen Sutton’s side.

"Ah—" Suddenly, taken by surprise, Stephen Sutton scooped her up.

"Why are you yelling? Afraid the daughter won’t wake up?"

Phoebe King hooked her hand around his neck, complainingly gazed at him, saying: "You scared me!"

Stephen Sutton chuckled lightly and said: "Didn’t you want me to carry you upstairs?"

Phoebe King: "Since when do you listen to me?"

Stephen Sutton: "Just worried someone might get jealous of the daughter."

Upon hearing this, Phoebe King naturally said: "You haven’t been fair with your attention; you’re so gentle to Summer, and sarcastic to me! I’m your wife! Without me, where’s your daughter?"

Stephen Sutton: "Keep it down."

Phoebe King unhappily "hmph!" then wobbled her little feet, planted a big kiss on Stephen Sutton’s neck and, with eyes sparkling, asked him: "What about that matter earlier...continue?"

Stephen Sutton glanced at her, his face unchanging, calmly said: "What else do you think I came down to carry you for?"

Phoebe King’s smile deepened, pinching Stephen Sutton’s face, saying: "Teacher Sutton, you’ve learned to be naughty now!"

"Hands off!"

"Don’t be mean to me!"

"I told you to keep it down!"

"Then speak nicely, don’t be harsh to me!"

The two whispered and bickered, while their child comfortably lay asleep in the crib, peacefully dreaming without making a sound to interrupt the arrival of her siblings.

Outside, the snow fell in large swaths, fully expressing the chill.

Inside, the temperature rose alongside their intimacy, filled with tenderness...