Chapter 308 Whose Son?

Lorraine had already caught up to him, carrying the baby as he spoke. She stuffed the baby into his arms. “I’m letting go. You hold him.” Zachary’s eyes darkened. His chiseled face was cold enough to frighten a man out of his wits. However, just as the little boy’s soft body snuggled against his chest, he felt as if a jolt of lightning hit him. His heart trembled, numbed, and filled with warmth… He held the little baby firmly against his chest as if his hands were not his own. The baby immediately stopped crying. The little boy, whose face was a miniature version of Zachary’s, stared up at his face with his large, crystal eyes. He placed his tiny, delicate hand on his eyebrow and trailed it down his nose. Then, he gurgled with laughter. At that moment, Zachary, who had initially detested Lorraine’s baby, felt his cold hard heart melt. His eyes, which were as cold as icicles all year long, displayed a wave of warmth… This scene struck a chord in Charlotte’s soul as she felt a sen