Chapter 1412 Eat Cake

Louis walked straight to them, gently set the cake on the stone table, and picked up Baron, who was
playing at Hunk's feet.

"Oh, you're back," Hunk murmured. He opened his eyes slightly when he felt someone approaching.
Seeing that it was Louis, he closed his eyes again.

"I just arrived, Father," Louis replied. Baron looked at Louis curiously. He did not know who was holding
him.

He looked greatly confused. He was still too young to speak, so he only babbled. He reached his little
hand out to grab Louis's face, but his arm was too short to reach it.

Louis found Baron so lovely. He gently pinched his little cheek with a smile, his eyes full of wonder and
love.

"Beryl, Bowen, come see what I've brought for you," Louis called. His voice echoed throughout the
entire garden.

Hearing her uncle, Beryl suddenly stopped and turned to look at Louis. She then dropped her kite and
ran toward him.

The maids who had been watching Beryl stumbled after her.

They forced themselves to catch up to her, but to no avail. They ended up falling all over themselves. It
was embarrassing.

Seeing that Beryl had made it to Louis without hurting herself, the maids felt relieved.

Watching over Beryl every day made them consume inordinate amounts of energy. At this point,
Louis's presence was like a breath of fresh air.



"Uncle, you're back!" Beryl exclaimed. Beryl had run toward Louis and hugged him around the waist.
Her momentum was so strong that she almost tackled Louis to the ground.

How could a little girl pack such a great force?

Louis felt Beryl's sharp impact on his abdomen, but smiled all the same.

"I've brought some fruit cake," he said, stroking Beryl's hair affectionately. He rubbed his belly after
Beryl let go.

Seeing this, Hunk chuckled.

Bowen, who was playing by himself, also stood up, dusted himself off, and ran toward Louis.

He walked up to him and put his hand out.

Louis noticed the little guy and patted his head gently, but Bowen kept tugging at the hem of his shirt as
if trying to pull him down.

Noticing this, Louis squatted down. "What is it?" he asked softly.

Bowen opened his palm.

Louis looked at what Bowen was trying to show him.

On Bowen's palm was a small bracelet made of woven flower stalks.

Bowen appeared pretty proud of his creation. He had made it himself and was now giving it as a gift to
his uncle.

"Wow. Is this for me?" Louis was amazed at Bowen's gift.



Bowen nodded seriously.

Louis smiled and took the bracelet. It was too small for him, but it touched his heart. "Thank you,
Bowen."

Louis carefully tucked the bracelet away in his pocket and gently patted Bowen's head. Bowen looked
at him with proud and happy eyes. "There's fruit cake on the table. Go ahead."

Bowen turned his head to the stone table and smiled. He seemed to have smelled the cake.

Hunk, who had been on his wooden rocking chair earlier, was now cutting the cake.

Beside him, Beryl was already drooling and Bowen was taking a seat.

The fruit cake looked so heavenly. It was made of soft, delicious bread covered in white icing. Colorful
little berries were sandwiched in between layers and sprinkled on top. The kids could not wait to sink
their teeth into it.

Seeing this, Baron stirred in Louis's arms and started babbling. He looked like he also wanted to eat
cake. He kept reaching his little hand out, attempting to grab some from the table.

Louis could not help chuckling. He could barely control Baron in his arms. "I'm sorry, Baron. You're still
too young to eat cake."

He took Baron a few steps away from the table, afraid that the little guy would start crying because he
could not have cake.

Hunk then ordered one of the servants to get some rice paste so that Baron could eat.

Soon, Hunk finally finished cutting the cake.



Beryl and Bowen immediately dug in with their little forks. They were so excited to eat that they got
icing all over their faces. They looked so adorable.

Beryl finished her cake first, while Bowen still had a big piece on his plate.

Beryl tried to grab Bowen's unfinished piece of cake from under his nose. Bowen saw what she was
doing and yelled, "Hey, it's mine!"

Bowen struggled to get his piece of cake back, but his sister was too strong for him. His face started
turning red.

Beryl did not stop pulling on her little brother's plate.

She pouted and said, "I will give it to Uncle Louis."

Hearing this, Bowen slowly loosened his grip. "All right. Give it to Uncle," he said.

With Bowen's leftover cake finally in her hand, Beryl walked over to Louis. "Here's your cake, Uncle."

Watching the two children, Hunk smiled. He felt happy and satisfied.

Louis reached out for the cake and took a big bite. He looked at the children with satisfaction and said,
"It's so delicious."

Then, tears started welling up in Bowen's eyes.

"What's wrong, Bowen?" Hunk asked. He immediately held Bowen in his arms and gently stroked his
back.

"If Mom and Dad were here, then we could eat together. I miss them." Tears started streaming down
Bowen's face.



Soon, Beryl started crying as well.

The happy scene suddenly turned into one full of sadness and longing.


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