Chubby Mommy: Scheming Daddy, Surrender Now!-Chapter 227: Nothing to Get Upset About

"I’m sleepy." Ethan Sterling abruptly interrupted her, raised his hand to gently cover her head, and began to massage her scalp. "Go to sleep, I’ll wait for you to fall asleep."

Ruby Sullivan sighed and swallowed the rest of her words, gently pulling his hand away. "Aren’t you sleepy too? Don’t worry about me."

"I’m afraid you won’t be able to sleep and end up making yourself numb somewhere, and then I’ll have to wake up." Ethan explained.

Ruby felt he had a point, so she didn’t stop him. She turned to let him massage her head. The relaxation swept away the heavy emotions, making her tease, "With your skills, you could open a massage parlor when you retire."

Ethan’s face turned serious, and he leaned over to gently bite her shoulder. "You think everyone is like you?"

Ruby shut her eyes tightly, pretending nothing happened, just clutching her chest for fear that he would hear her heartbeat.

Ethan lingered on the scent of her, fingers lightly caressing her scalp, with only one thing on his mind—to stick by her side no matter what, until she was willing to take that step forward.

Though Ruby fell asleep late, she inadvertently had a good night’s sleep and felt energized upon waking up.

When she came out of the bedroom, the elder Mr. Sullivan had already packed the few belongings here and sat in the living room waiting for them to set off. His demeanor was like a child going on a field trip for the first time—excited and impatient, wishing they could leave without sleeping the previous night.

She found it both amusing and irritating, and she cleanly went downstairs and snatched the Panama straw hat from his head. "Dad, let’s have breakfast before we go."

Brandon Sullivan glanced at her and insisted on putting the straw hat back on. "I just drank a cup of soy milk, so I’m not hungry. I’m waiting for you, hurry up and eat."

At this time, Vivian came out of her room, wearing cozy flannel pajamas, with a rabbit headband on her head. "Is Mr. Sullivan going on a trip?" She glanced perplexedly at the suitcase beside him.

Vivian came back very late last night, greeted them briefly, and went to take a bath. Ruby hadn’t had a chance to tell her about moving.

"No, my dad wants to move to The Sullivan Family home; I’ve already had the place tidied up. I plan to move there today."

"So suddenly." Vivian was surprised by this answer but thought it reasonable for the elder Mr. Sullivan to move away. Though The Sterling Family home was spacious, it wasn’t his familiar environment; returning to The Sullivan Family home might benefit his recovery.

Ruby nodded. "Things got decided rather quickly, and I couldn’t inform you in advance." She looked at Vivian, feeling somewhat apologetic.

Even though she and Ethan were divorced, they still lived together. Other than the divorce certificate, nothing had changed, and Vivian, whether as an elder or as family, should have been informed earlier.

"It’s fine, as long as he’s happy." Vivian casually said, going to make coffee. Perhaps just waking up, she reacted slowly, took a few steps, turned back, and asked, "Are you and the kids moving too?"

Ruby looked at her with some embarrassment and nodded.

Vivian took a deep breath and asked again, "What about Ethan?"

"He’s moving with us; I don’t want him to be separated from the kids." Ruby Sullivan replied.

Vivian frowned, speechless for a moment. So, does this mean she’ll be left alone with her eccentric daughter in this big house?

Before she could say anything, Brandon Sullivan wasn’t pleased hearing their conversation. He tugged his daughter’s arm to confirm, "Did you say Ethan is moving too?"

Ruby nodded. "Yes." Seeing her father’s obvious displeasure, she explained, "The kids are still young and need their dad."

Brandon suddenly felt downcast upon hearing this and released her hand, murmuring, "Yes, a father is important."

At this point, Ethan came downstairs too. Seeing them standing by the sofa and looking rather expressive, he asked with concern, "What’s going on?"

Vivian rolled her eyes. "You’re going to become a live-in son-in-law, and he’s not happy. Are you pleased?" After saying, she coldly snorted and turned away.

Ruby was stunned. Vivian had never lost her temper publicly, let alone speak so sarcastically. Remembering how she previously said moving back was to live with her son and enjoy family life, Ruby felt a bit sorry.

Feeling troubled, she looked at Ethan, "I didn’t inform Vivian beforehand about moving; she seems a bit upset. Could you go cheer her up?"

Cindy Sterling, carrying breakfast, glanced at Ruby and coldly said, "Why would she be upset? She’s always out meeting that old guy, treating this like a hotel. Whether you’re here or not makes no difference to her." Then she went back to her room.

Ethan sighed and chuckled wryly, "I think I should go pray."

The Sterling Family must be cursed, right? What did he do wrong in a past life to deserve such family dynamics?

Ruby puckered her lips, a bit unsure how to comfort him, "I can accompany you."

"Thanks." Ethan heavily dropped these two words, glaring and pinching her nose. Was he really seeking company to pray? Honestly, it wasn’t enough to just feel troubled.

Before the kids went to school, they bid goodbye to Vivian, reported back to their mom that Vivian seemed no different than usual, still cheerful and calling them her "little darlings," with no sign of anger.

Ruby thanked her little detectives and saw them off to the car. Today, a driver would take them to school because of the move.

She and Ethan didn’t dare delay much either, packing a few necessities and changes of clothes, then joined the elder Mr. Sullivan in the car.

They had quite a bit of luggage, especially Ethan’s, whose clothes alone were overwhelming. Who knows when they’d have to move back; taking everything didn’t make sense.

The Sullivan Family’s old house was more remote than The Sterling Family’s villa, considered the first batch of villa communities in Ariston. Though it got refurbished every two years, its two-story structure still carried a sense of age.

Brandon, upon getting out of the car and seeing his familiar yet unfamiliar home, felt overwhelmed and teary-eyed. Holding his daughter’s hand, he said, "Ruby, we’ve finally come home."

Ruby looked at the place she had lived in for over twenty years, emotions stirring up, "Yes, we’re home."

Her words seemed heavier than her father’s.

Following behind, Ethan noticed her speechless emotional state and gently patted her shoulder.

Ruby tilted her head to look at him, revealing a relieved smile. She thought she would never return to this home again.