The Gorgeous Nanny Of Mr Davis

Chapter 3 A Peaceful Life

“You dare to tickle me?” The small body was hiding under the blanket, staring at Helen Brown coldly. He thought about those previous people who painstakingly fawned on him. This woman knew how to make people comfortable.

Helen ignored him, stretched out her hand and gently pinched his face. “Paddy Davis, don’t always look so sullen. A kid should look happy.” Although this child had a high IQ, he was still just a few years old. Helen seriously didn’t hope that he matured fast.

Paddy pouted and ordered, “You can’t leave. You have to watch me sleep!”

“Okay. After you fall asleep, I’ll leave then.”

Seeing the kid’s sleeping face, Helen’s eyes turned foggy again. She sniffed. After her mother passed away, she finally felt that she was living like a person after more than a month later.

She was no longer a walking dead.

How great it was. In the future, if I had you, everything else wasn’t important.

For the next half month, her days passed on peacefully. At the beginning, Paddy was picky and cold towards her. Seeing her, he was neither annoyed nor angry. After a few days later, he wasn’t that energetic.

It was the opposite for Helen. She enjoyed every moment she spent with Paddy. She was getting a hold of his temperament and character. She accompanied his joy and angers. Maybe he could feel her sincerity, then Paddy began getting more dependent on her.

She humored herself that this might be a connection between a mother and her son.

And with Antony Davis, although she met him every day, but she deliberately avoided him, so there wasn’t any interaction.

Her life was much flatter than she had imagined, but she was happy.

“Dad, you mean, you want to take me to Blood Island?” Helen had just finished cleaning up and was about to go to Paddy’s room to check on him if he had asleep. When she walked to the door, she heard his voice, sounding very excited. The kid was five years old, but maybe he was too smart and resembled his father’s coldness, so it was rare to see him in such a high spirit, except in front of her and Mrs. Liu.

Antony leaned over and patted his son’s shoulders. “Go to bed early. We leave early in the morning tomorrow.” Then he stood up and when he walked out of the door, he saw Helen standing next to the door. He ordered without expression, “Pack his things.” After taking two steps, he paused and said, “You’re coming too to take care of him.” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Oh!” Helen was very happy. She didn’t care what the trip was for, and she didn’t care the purpose of her going. This was her first trip with her son. She was immensely excited.

Seeing the figure had walked away far, Helen couldn’t help but to jump happily, then the figure froze.

When he turned back, Helen was already entering the room.

“You said it’s seaside. Then, should I take your swimming suit?”

“Then should I bring sunscreen too?”

“And then, are you allergic to seawater?”

“Can you swim?”

“You…”

“Hey, old lady, are you done? It’s not like it’s you who are going on a holiday, why are you so excited?” Paddy interrupted Helen who had been talking to herself. He closed the comic book on his hand, then he lied down and covered his head with the blanket. She had asked Paddy to call her auntie, but he insisted on calling her old lady. After correcting him several times, she let him be.

“Paddy Davis, if you’re like this, you’ll lack oxygen,” she said as she pulled the blanket.

When Helen saw him glaring at her, she pinched his face. “You little brat like to get angry every day. Careful or you’ll end up having facial paralyzed like your dad when you grow up!”

At the door, Antony saw that the door was opened and was about to close it for her. After he heard what she just said, his face darkened. Was this what a nanny should say? He was facial paralyzed? He couldn’t help raising his big hand and touched his cheek. His slender fingers tightened.

“Turn off the light. I want to sleep.”

“Will you talk with me for a while?”

“I won’t!”

“Brat. Then go to sleep.”

Antony backed away at the sound of footsteps approaching. He turned around and left.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. But he understood the kid’s temper. He was willing to talk back to you and talked to you proved that that person existed in his heart. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to say a word. For example, he wouldn’t even talk back to Gao Wen. Thinking of this, he frowned.

Next early morning, when she saw Gao Wen in the car, Helen was surprised. It was indeed a ‘family’ holiday. Was she being a third wheel?

Whatever. Besides, her identity was probably not even a ‘person’ in their eyes at this moment. Who would have cared? Thinking of this, she became relief.

Blood Island. Although the name sounded a bit horrifying. Helen founded it beautiful when she got there. A clear blue sea and sky, an abandoned port, and primitive fishermen’s buildings. After getting of the boat, there was still an old fortress from a long time ago not far. It was such an antique beauty. She did her homework on Baidu last night. This was C City’s a newly developed tourist attraction, which hadn’t been officially opened to public.

“Are you tired?” Antony asked Gao Wen gently when he saw her kneading her temples.

This man was cold to everyone. But when he faced this woman, he was gentle. Was this love? But her father used to be so gentle to her mother too, and he also…

Feeling her gaze, Antony turned around and the two of them looked at each other.

The tenderness in his eyes was no longer existed. Although he didn’t change his expression, he still made Helen feel his powerful aura. She involuntarily hugged her own self. “I’ll take Paddy to play to the beach.”

After she said that, she turned and didn’t dare to stay longer.

“Old lady, you really didn’t stay her for my dad, right?”

“Paddy Davis, I’ve said hundred times. Don’t ask anymore, will you? Besides, he and your aunt Gao are going to be engaged. Your aunt Gao is beautiful and gentle, and she’s also nice to you. I just have a thought about your dad. I don’t have the ability too, right?”

“White lotus flower, green tea… Only you who have a low IQ think she is good,” Paddy muttered and strongly kicked the sand under his feet.

Regarding his ‘shocking language’, Helen had gotten used to it during period of time. She pursed her lips and said, “As long as your dad thinks she’s good.”

“He? His IQ actually isn’t low. But it’s a pity because he wants to pay gratitude. Then how can he see it clearly about that person’s good and bad?”

Paid gratitude? Helen frowned.