Husband plans to kill me Chapter 396

Royce's touch was gentle, and his fingertips were warm.

I frowned and gently pushed his hand away. "Why are you treating me like a kid now?"

Royce had been ruffling my hair or touching my face often, like he was soothing a child.

I wasn't sure if it was because he had been spending a lot of time with Brett lately or acting as a temporary "father" in our house, but it seemed to be affecting his behavior.

Royce smiled at me. "You said you didn't feel safe before, so I thought I'd be nicer to you. Now you're saying I'm treating you like a kid."

"So what? I like it when you treat me like a kid," I said on purpose, my cheeks turning red.

Saying things like this made me feel shy.

But our relationship had grown closer, so it wasn't a big deal.

Royce gave me a wry smile. "Got it. You're a kid too, and I'll always spoil you."

After he said that, we both stared at each other, feeling embarrassed.

We turned away, not continuing the conversation.

After a while, Royce spoke up. "By the way, has Briar talked to you since she went back home?"

"No, even though we have her contact info, Briar rarely messages me..." I shook my head. "And she doesn't really like chatting with me."

Royce frowned. "You have been so good to her. Why doesn't she want to talk to you?"

"I don't know. Maybe because of what happened before, she has some resentment towards me? After all, from her perspective, Leo ended up in the police station, and I've been taking care of her... Kids might think it's my fault that Leo got into trouble."

My logic was a bit messy, but Royce understood. "That's possible, especially since her emotions were so unstable later on, she even needed to see a doctor..."

Royce frowned slightly. "It's still a bit unbelievable when I think about it. We actually took a kid to see a psychologist."

I shook my head. "It's not that unbelievable. Nowadays, there are so many people with issues. I even think those who secretly oppose us are all sick."

I sighed. "If they weren't sick, why would they target others like this? And the whole Jordan family too, they went to such lengths to set me up..."

I was about to bring up unpleasant memories again, so I quickly shook my head. "Forget it, let's not talk about this."

Seeing it was about time, Royce left my house, saying he'd come back to spend the weekend with me and Brett.

On a weekend afternoon, sunlight streamed into the living room through the curtains.

Royce and I sat on the couch, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Brett was in his room playing with puzzles, his happy laughter occasionally drifting out.

Royce had played with him for a while after arriving and was now resting on the couch, a bit tired.

Royce said, "Those puzzle pieces are so small and numerous, Brett really has patience."

I nodded. "Brett is amazing."

Royce gently held my hand, his gaze tender. "Caroline, you've been working hard lately."

"Why are you suddenly saying this?"

"I just think it's not easy for you to take care of four kids."

I leaned on his shoulder and softly said, "It's actually not that bad... With you around, everything feels easier. Plus, my mom and Zola help out at home, so I don't spend that much time alone with them."

Royce chuckled, his tone teasing. "Really? Then I should step up and make things even easier for you."

I laughed and gently pushed him. "You always know what to say."

And lately, he seemed to be getting even better at it!

We chatted for a while, and the conversation naturally shifted to the kids.

I sighed, feeling a bit sentimental. "Royce, raising kids is really tough, isn't it? Briar and Brett have different personalities, but they both need our careful guidance."

Briar had caused so much trouble during her short stay with us. If my four kids grew up, I couldn't imagine how much effort it would take!

Royce nodded seriously, "Raising kids is definitely a long-term project. But don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way. Even if you had eight kids instead of four, we'd give them the best environment to grow up in."

Eight kids would be a disaster for me!

I softly scolded, "Don't say such scary things."

Royce laughed. "It's not that scary. Having so many kids with you sounds nice."

But talking about this made me feel a bit sad.

I had already told Royce that even if we got married, I wouldn't have more kids.

I already had four, and they were my responsibility.

Before raising them well, I wouldn't consider having more. And by the time they grew up, I probably wouldn't be able to have any.

This had always been a sore spot for me, but I didn't plan to explain it clearly to Royce.

"Anyway, raising kids isn't easy. I'll spend more time with them." I changed the subject, and Royce knew I was sensitive about it, so he sighed.

He squeezed my hand. "I didn't mean to upset you, and I wasn't implying anything."

I said, "I know you didn't mean it. It's just that talking about it makes me feel guilty towards you."

I shook my head and seriously told him, "It's not about whether you bring it up, it's just my own thoughts. But you don't need to worry too much."

We agreed to avoid discussing whether we'd have kids together in the future.

Of course, we wouldn't avoid talking about my four kids, and Royce would definitely help me take care of them.

I had decided not to dwell on it like before.

Both Royce and my mom had given me serious advice, and I was determined to face a new life.

I couldn't be held back by these emotions anymore.

Thinking this, I hugged Royce. "You won't be able to come over every day for the next few days because I need to go back to work."

I had taken time off to stay home with Brett after he was kidnapped and his emotions hadn't recovered.

Kelly knew about this and insisted on taking Brett out to play every day.