A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 45: Beanie Has a Birthmark

Jasper Ford suddenly lost the desire to explain.

Staring at the tiny child on the bed, he thought, ’If I really wanted to harm Beanie, how could this little guy have possibly lasted this long?’

Jasper Ford walked to the bedside and sat down. Beanie, terrified, immediately scrambled deeper into the bed. Seeing this, Jasper Ford’s face darkened as he asked, "Where’s your mommy?"

"Mommy doesn’t want me anymore," Beanie answered pitifully.

Jasper Ford’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice filled with pressure. "You’re lying."

"No." Beanie shook his head. "My mommy is a bad woman who abandoned her family. Uncle Ford knows that. So, Uncle Ford, you must never get together with that bad woman."

Jasper Ford had been quite worried about the little guy’s health. But seeing Beanie’s determination to badmouth Wanda Quincy even while so sick, he suddenly felt he had worried for nothing. The little fellow might be ill, but his mind was perfectly clear. As long as the fever didn’t fry his brain, everything would be fine.

"You’re sleeping with me tonight. Tell me immediately if you feel unwell. I’m a clean freak, so no throwing up on my bed, or I’ll spank you. Got it?" Jasper Ford methodically laid out the rules.

Beanie shook his head and said, "I don’t get it. I want to sleep by myself."

"Not allowed." After Jasper Ford’s cold refusal, he reached out to pull Beanie from the depths of the bed. The little guy flinched away in fright. "Come out," he said. "I’ll help you change your clothes."

Beanie pouted unhappily, his little face puffed up in a pout.

Jasper Ford didn’t particularly like children, but seeing the little one’s fuming expression made his heart soften a little. The icy coldness in his eyes began to thaw, and he didn’t even notice that his gaze had become much gentler.

Pulling the little guy onto his lap, Jasper Ford started to undress him.

Beanie’s little face turned red as an apple. He said shyly, "I don’t want to change!"

"You stink and you’re not changing?" Jasper Ford really disliked the smell of sweat on the little guy.

Beanie’s cheeks flushed. He mumbled, "I don’t stink. I smell very nice."

"Oh, please." Jasper Ford chuckled at the little rascal. He authoritatively stripped off Beanie’s sweat-soaked clothes, intending to toss him into the bathroom for a soak before bed. But when he had completely removed Beanie’s shirt, he froze!

Jasper Ford saw a birthmark on Beanie’s chest—a small, yet strangely familiar birthmark!

Jasper Ford’s hands slowly lowered the clothes. His expression complex, he stared at the pale, round little ball in his arms and asked, "Why do you have a birthmark on your chest?"

Beanie pointed a small finger at his chest. "This one?"

"Yes." Jasper Ford nodded, his gaze on Beanie becoming exceptionally intense.

Beanie tilted his head, asking in confusion, "Isn’t this a birthmark? Is there something strange about it?"

"Nothing strange, just... why is it on your chest?" Jasper Ford pressed. This birthmark was very similar to the one on the girl’s chest from six years ago!

Generally, few people have birthmarks, and for them to be in the same place is even rarer!

’Who exactly is Beanie?’

’And who is his mother?’

Jasper Ford’s handsome face grew exceptionally grim, his sharp eyes filled with an unsettling scrutiny.

Beanie felt uneasy under Jasper Ford’s overly intense gaze. He shrank back unnaturally and mumbled with a pout, "Is it weird to have a birthmark on my chest? Lots of people have birthmarks. Why is Uncle Ford looking at me with such a scary expression? I’m so scared."

Jasper Ford gave a helpless smile. In a few swift moves, he stripped Beanie bare, carried the small bundle into the bathroom, and plopped him into the bathtub. "Can you bathe yourself?"

Beanie lifted his little face. "Yes!"

"Call me when you’re done." Jasper Ford briskly tossed him a washcloth and turned to leave!

Beanie hadn’t expected Jasper Ford to actually leave. He wrinkled his little face pitifully, wanting to call him back, but on second thought, he decided against it. He just sat miserably in the bathtub, washing himself with the washcloth.

His chubby little body was all flesh...

’Surprisingly cute!’

Jasper Ford, who had reached the doorway, stopped. He pensively watched the clumsy little guy. ’His fever just broke. If I leave him in there alone, he won’t even notice if the water gets cold,’ he thought. Jasper Ford turned back.

"Uncle Ford?" Beanie was surprised.

"Just rinse off the sweat. Get out," Jasper Ford said as he took out a bathrobe. In a couple of swift motions, he scooped Beanie out of the water, wrapped him up, and carried the tiny bundle out.

Beanie was actually quite afraid of Jasper Ford touching him, but he was surprised to feel the powerful strength emanating from the man’s arms. He blinked his big eyes and said innocently, "Uncle Ford’s arms are so warm."

"Aren’t they all the same?" Jasper Ford retorted.

Beanie shook his head. "They’re not the same."

"How are they not the same?" Jasper Ford asked with a smile. He wanted to see how this little thing would explain it.

Beanie thought for a moment, then said very seriously, "They’re different from Mommy’s. Uncle Ford’s arms are warm and strong. Not like Mommy, who’s so small and skinny she can barely lift me anymore."

"Is your mommy very small and skinny?" Jasper Ford asked curiously.

Beanie nodded. "Yes!"

A sly smile flickered in Jasper Ford’s eyes. "But Wanda Quincy doesn’t look small or skinny at all."

Realizing belatedly that Jasper Ford was trying to trick him, Beanie hurriedly covered his mouth. "Bad uncle, I’m going to sleep now."

"Fine, let’s sleep together." Surprisingly, Jasper Ford wasn’t angry. He casually pulled the blanket over himself.

Beanie said unhappily, "I want to sleep by myself. I’m not sleeping with you."

Jasper Ford rejected him bluntly, "You can only sleep with me. Don’t kick off the covers, or I might just kick you out of bed."

"Bad uncle," Beanie muttered angrily, burying his head in the pillow.

His mouth might be cheeky, but his silly demeanor was actually quite cute.

’I’m surprised I don’t find him annoying.’

He was used to sleeping alone for years and usually felt very uncomfortable with someone else next to him. Logically, having Beanie in his bed should have made Jasper Ford uneasy, but that wasn’t the case. He was actually quite comfortable lying next to the little thing.

But the little guy wasn’t well-behaved at all. After just a few minutes of sleep, he started tossing and turning, kicking off the blanket. If it weren’t for the fact that he’d had a fever, Jasper Ford really would have wanted to smack him on the head. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Be still," he warned in a low voice.

Beanie clutched the blanket with both hands and said softly, "Uncle Ford, I still want to sleep by myself."

"No," Jasper Ford refused coldly.

Beanie: "Then I’ll sleep with Miss Ford."

"She’s old and doesn’t sleep well. Taking care of you has already given her a few more gray hairs. You are not to disturb her." Jasper Ford’s tone was firm.

Beanie let out a disappointed "Oh," then lowered his little head guiltily and mumbled, "I’m scared."

"Scared of who?" In the darkness, Jasper Ford opened his eyes.

Beanie stammered, unable to answer. ’He couldn’t possibly say he was scared of Uncle Ford, could he?’ The little guy nervously clutched the corner of the blanket, not daring to speak.

Jasper Ford could tell the boy was afraid of him. He casually scooped the little guy into his arms.

Beanie was so frightened he cried out, "Mommy, save me...!"

"Even if your mommy came, she couldn’t save you," a cold, masculine voice echoed in the darkness.