Chapter 359

Hearing a sound at the door, Shirley turned to see Damian toddling in. He tugged at her pant leg, his eyes fixed on the steaming pot, clearly hungry. Looking at his delicate little face, Shirley still found it hard to believe he was Benjamin and Leona's son. Seeing that she was lost in thought, Damian tugged at her pant leg again, pointed at the pot, and patted his stomach. He looked up at her, his big, clear eyes full of pleading. Damian's pleading gaze made Shirley soften. She smiled gently, ruffling his hair despite the heavy feeling in her chest. "Hungry? Go wash up. It'll be ready soon." Damian nodded and hurried off to wash his hands. Stepping out of the kitchen, Shirley saw Damian sitting at the dining table, looking so well-behaved it tugged at her heartstrings. She'd spent extra time on the strim ravioli. Watching Damian savor every bite should have filled her with pride, but instead, an unexpected wave of sadness washed over her. After eating, Damian approached Shir