Chapter 1233: Chapter 1233: Mr. Xie, Our Miss Invites You In

Richard Shaw knew Leah had gone back to the South Seas, and it was a rare moment of surprise for him.

Though unexpected, thinking about her being in the South Seas and not even hiding her whereabouts, the man felt restless.

Returning to Shaw Mansion in the evening, Casimir Shaw had already finished his homework and was sitting in the living room watching TV. The old lady was beside him, wearing reading glasses and knitting thick wool socks. Though she had grown old, she couldn’t stay idle and had already started preparing small items for winter.

The man looked at the old lady and the young boy sitting close together and reached out to call Casimir Shaw.

"Old Shaw, you came home early today." Casimir Shaw threw aside the TV remote and happily ran over, reaching out for the phone.

Recently, the father and son had reached an agreement: during the day, the phone belonged to Richard Shaw, and in the evening, it belonged to Casimir Shaw.

The man handed the starry-blue phone to the young boy and asked in a low voice, "Your mommy is in the South Seas. Do you want to go see her?"

Casimir Shaw suddenly widened his eyes, grabbing Richard Shaw’s clothes and crisply said, "Yes."

So at dusk, Richard Shaw took his son and boarded a private jet to the South Seas. They left in a hurry, only managing to pack some clothes. The old lady muttered a few words, but seeing him take her great-grandson to see Leah, she nodded with relief.

They should have met long ago.

At eight in the evening, the private jet landed in the South Seas. The Military District’s car was already waiting, driving directly to Squire Manor.

Casimir Shaw carried his backpack, didn’t even make a phone call, and joyfully went to knock on the door.

The servant saw a young boy as beautiful as jade outside Squire Manor, was greatly surprised, and quickly informed Leah.

Leah was still adjusting to the time zone, had eaten after returning, and went to sleep. Hearing the servant say there was a handsome little boy outside, she instantly woke up, put on a coat, and went downstairs, through the courtyard to the iron gate. Wearing a tracksuit, Casimir Shaw, with a smile like sunshine, squatted in the front yard, examining various flower species in the garden, with his blue backpack at his feet.

"Thomas?" Leah suddenly saw him and called out joyfully.

Casimir Shaw raised his head, opened his arms, and rushed into Leah’s embrace, holding her neck and nuzzling affectionately, saying, "Mommy, I’ve come to see you."

Leah saw his backpack left forlornly to the side, looked into the night outside, patted the young boy’s head, and asked, "Who brought you here?"

"Old Shaw, he’s outside." Casimir Shaw finally hugged his mommy, then shyly stepped down from Leah, tugging her hand and whining, "We haven’t eaten yet, Mommy, let Old Shaw come in."

Leah stiffly stood when she heard Richard Shaw was outside, but looking at Casimir Shaw’s expectant little face, she nodded faintly.

Leah took Casimir Shaw to the living room, and the servant went outside to invite Richard Shaw in.

The man stood outside the military car, his long, rough fingers holding a cigarette, the burning tip emitting a dark glow, his stern face almost blending with the night, showing no expression.

"Mr. Shaw, our Miss invites you in."

Richard Shaw’s expression changed, his tea-colored pupils looking at the servant in front, taking several seconds to react, Leah was inviting him in?

"Did you hear it wrong?" The man spoke in a low voice, standing straight like a mountain peak, his sharp gaze fixed on the servant, exuding an oppressive aura from his high position.

The servant was so pressed by the man’s aura that she instinctively lowered her head and said, "That’s what Miss said."

The man nodded, extinguished his cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can, then tidied his immaculate clothes and went into Squire Manor.

In the grandiose Squire Manor, Richard Shaw had been here several times, the majestic villa masked a sturdy Subterranean Palace, Griffith Squire was meticulous, turning his residence into a sanctuary.

Richard Shaw entered the house, looked at the living room softly lit, and saw Leah instructing the servant to bring food up from the kitchen and also have someone cook for Casimir Shaw.

She wore a loose home robe, large and lengthy, revealing snow-white and slender legs. The man’s gaze slightly dimmed, drawing back his sight to her face; although months had passed, her features remained the beloved and beautiful ones he cherished, even her silky straight hair was his favorite style.

Most men prefer pure women, most representative being Ignatius Leclair, strong and powerful himself, preferring exquisite pure features and a quiet personality. Though he didn’t say it, Richard Shaw knew how infatuated Ignatius Leclair was with Delphine Carter.

But Richard Shaw favored the beautiful and alluring type, perhaps due to his own cold and introverted personality, he was like a still pond, only igniting when he met Leah.

Richard Shaw’s tea-colored pupils glided over her features and graceful swan neck, then controlled himself to avert his gaze.

The man’s presence was powerful, even standing in the living room created a great sense of pressure.

Leah felt stiff the moment Richard Shaw entered, once the closest lovers, their reunion had an awkward air down to the strands of hair.

Luckily, Richard Shaw didn’t seem to be paying too much attention to her, shifting his gaze elsewhere, Leah sighed in relief.

"Have some fruit to fill your stomach first. I had Auntie cook some delicious pork bone ramen." Leah smiled, touching Casimir Shaw’s head.

"Is there ramen with big chunks of meat?" Casimir Shaw had already washed his hands, took a peach to munch, his big, dark eyes glistening, looking at Leah and gulping.

"Yes, indeed." Leah smiled. She loved noodles, and Casimir Shaw was also a loyal noodle fan.

"Can you make a bowl for Old Shaw too? Old Shaw has become skinny." Casimir Shaw turned his shiny black eyes towards Old Shaw, who seemed unwelcome upon entering, feeling concerned.

Richard Shaw felt deeply gratified, this kid truly was worth the doting.

The man spoke in a low, attractive voice, "No need, I can cook for myself."

Richard Shaw sat on the living room sofa, his profile sharp and cold, his tea-colored eyes lowered, watching the siamese cat curled in the carpet, the cat glanced at the man, then with a squeal, reluctantly got up and crawled over to nuzzle Leah’s feet.

Such a scary human being, petrified meow.

Richard Shaw frowned in depression. Even their cat didn’t want to be close to him, huh?

Leah, watching Casimir Shaw tug her hand and the cat tremble at her feet, was speechless, truly disliked by people and cats.

Leah nodded absentmindedly, seeing Casimir Shaw turn to play with the cat, the pair happily running around the living room, she sighed in relief, her gaze inadvertently swept over Richard Shaw, meeting the deep tea-colored eyes like glazed glass, both stirred simultaneously, then nonchalantly shifted their gazes away.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.