A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 61: Your Mommy Came Looking For You

A few minutes later, Jasper Ford carried Beanie in from outside with one hand.

The little bundle twisted his chubby waist, huffing and puffing as he yelled, "Bad uncle, put me down!"

The corners of Jasper Ford’s lips curved into a charming smile. "You little rascal, what are you doing running downstairs so late instead of sleeping?"

"To duel you!" Beanie’s little face was puffed up with anger.

Jasper Ford was amused by the little guy. His dark eyes twinkled with a captivating light. "You can’t beat me."

"We won’t know until we fight!" ’How dare you bully my mommy! I’ll bite you to death!’

Beanie grabbed Jasper Ford’s arm and started gnawing on it furiously!

Jasper Ford frowned. ’Is this kid part dog?’

He swept Beanie into his arms, holding the tiny bundle and looking into his beautiful eyes with unusual seriousness. "Did you skip dinner?" he asked in a deep voice. "You don’t even have the strength to bite properly."

Beanie was speechless. ’Is he mocking me?’

"Hmph!" The little guy was angry.

His pretty little face was just too cute for words. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

After changing his shoes, Jasper Ford walked into the living room and gently placed Beanie on the sofa. He had sensed Beanie’s displeasure since the morning but had no idea what he’d done to upset him. Staring at the little guy’s pouting face, he asked softly, "Running out to fight me in the middle of the night... are you still mad about this morning?"

Beanie crossed his arms, turned his little face away, and ignored him.

"If you’re angry, you have to tell me why. When did I upset you?" Jasper Ford gently tapped Beanie’s nose. "You’re getting a little spoiled lately."

Although his words sounded like a scolding, there was no hint of blame in his tone. The touch made Beanie squirm, and he mumbled unhappily, "Don’t touch my nose! Only my mommy can touch it!"

"Why?" Seeing that he was about to explode with anger, Jasper Ford couldn’t resist tapping the little cutie’s nose again. "I can’t touch it?"

"No!" Beanie turned and ran off the sofa.

Jasper Ford smiled and took off his jacket, saying to the butler, "Bring two glasses of warm milk."

"Very good, sir." The butler withdrew and returned a moment later with the warm milk.

Jasper Ford offered a glass to Beanie, but the boy refused, turning his head away in disdain. He looked utterly defiant!

The more Jasper Ford looked at him, the more he liked him. Grabbing the little nugget, he authoritatively pulled him onto his lap. "Hurry up and drink this, then go to sleep."

Beanie resisted. "I’m not thirsty."

The butler added, "Young Master, Beanie had some chicken soup earlier, so he’s likely a bit full. Perhaps he can drink it later."

"Still so short for his age," Jasper Ford muttered, sounding very much like a concerned father. He’d been watching Beanie over the past few days and noticed the little guy was only growing wider, not taller. ’He must be malnourished,’ he thought. ’More milk for calcium would do him good.’

But the little guy didn’t seem to appreciate the sentiment at all.

Jasper Ford put down the glass of milk and asked the butler, "Where is Miss Ford?"

"She just stepped out." The butler paused, then continued, "Something came up with the main family, so Miss Ford may be back late. Beanie also didn’t eat dinner because Miss Ford wasn’t home."

"Why didn’t he eat?" Jasper Ford’s face suddenly darkened.

Feeling scolded, Beanie stuck his neck out defiantly. "So what if I didn’t eat? It’s none of your business, you bad uncle!"

"Quite a temper on you." Far from being angry, Jasper Ford actually found the little guy quite adorable. He turned and instructed the butler, "Have the kitchen make a late-night meal. Not too much, just two dishes and a soup will do."

"Yes, sir." The butler withdrew.

With a moment of leisure, Jasper Ford beckoned to Beanie. "Come here."

"What for?" Beanie stared back warily, his big, round eyes wide with suspicion.

’The guarded look on his face is so much like Vivian Quincy’s...’

Jasper Ford studied Beanie for a few more moments. Although the little guy was temperamental and kept giving him dirty looks, for some reason, the more Jasper looked at him, the more he liked him. He couldn’t resist the urge to pinch that face.

Without caring whether Beanie was willing or not, Jasper Ford authoritatively picked him up and shamelessly pinched the little guy’s cheek. ’It feels so soft,’ he thought. ’And so fun to squish.’

He even found himself thinking, ’If this were my child, I’d be squishing his cheeks into all sorts of shapes every single day...’

But he was someone else’s child, after all, so Jasper Ford didn’t dare go too far. After kneading Beanie’s pale, chubby little face a few more times, he tried to offer him a toy, but Beanie was not at all pleased and refused flatly.

Just as Jasper Ford was about to speak, a guard from outside rushed in frantically. "Young Master, Miss Quincy is here."

"What Miss Quincy?" Beanie’s ears perked up.

Jasper Ford also looked up at the guard and asked, "Wanda Quincy?"

"Yes, she’s at the door asking to see you," the guard nodded.

Jasper Ford glanced at the wall clock. It was already very late. ’What is Wanda Quincy doing here?’

Hearing Wanda Quincy’s name, the little guy in his arms became visibly upset. He began to struggle frantically, flailing his little hands to push Jasper Ford away. "I’m leaving."

’I don’t want to see that bad woman, Wanda Quincy! What if those two team up and beat me up? Miss Ford isn’t home, so there’s no one to protect me. Better make a run for it.’

Jasper Ford caught Beanie’s small hand and looked down. "Where are you going?"

"Upstairs, to sleep," Beanie said in a small voice.

The man’s large hand cupped Beanie’s tiny face, tilting his head up to gaze into those crystal-clear eyes. "Your mommy’s here and you’re not happy? Weren’t you dying to see her?"

"I wasn’t! She’s a bad woman. I don’t want to see her at all," Beanie said, turning his head away haughtily.

A smile played on Jasper Ford’s lips. "A while ago, you were crying ’mommy, mommy’ all the time, and now that she’s shown up on her own, you’re not happy. Is she your mommy or not?"

Beanie insisted adamantly, "She is!"

Jasper Ford raised a handsome, sharp eyebrow. "So, shall I let her in?"

"Do whatever you want. If she comes in, I’m leaving." The little guy said this as he tried to jump off Jasper Ford’s lap.

Jasper Ford scooped him back up with one large hand, displeased. "What’s the hurry? I’m not finished talking."

"Then go talk to Wanda Quincy! And stop touching me, you bad man!" Beanie grew angrier just thinking about how Wanda Quincy had bullied him and his real mommy. ’Jasper Ford is a big bad guy, too! I refuse to sit on a big bad guy’s lap!’

The more Beanie thought about it, the unhappier he became, his cheeks puffing up in a monumental pout.

Jasper Ford found the little guy rather amusing.

The guard, who had been waiting for Jasper Ford’s response, couldn’t help but ask, "Young Master, should I let Miss Quincy in or not?"

Jasper Ford asked Beanie Quincy, "Should I let her in or not? You decide."

"Whatever. I don’t care," Beanie said, maintaining his haughty expression. He looked so smug. Jasper Ford figured that if he weren’t holding the little guy back, he’d probably jump up and start swinging at his kneecaps.

Looking up, Jasper Ford said to the guard, "What does she want?"

"She didn’t say. She’s just carrying a lot of things, and her eyes are red, as if she’s been crying," the guard replied.

The butler overheard and said with his head lowered, "Young Master, Wanda Quincy went to the company this morning and was humiliated by Miss Ford."

Jasper Ford frowned and said in a deep voice, "Let her in."