"Of course, my favorite man has always been my big baby." Evelyn Sherman reached out and pinched his delicate little face, saying earnestly.
This was Chester Yale's best gift to her; how could she not love it?
"So, what's your secret?"
It's so mysterious.
Little Buddy squatted down in front of her, holding her face with both hands, with sincere eyes, "Evelyn, my favorite person is you too."
"....."
Does this count as a secret?
Hasn't he been saying this since he was little?
Sometimes she doubted whether she had given birth to a son or a little lover, who confessed his love to her every day, as if afraid of her being snatched away.
"What, are you not happy?" Little Buddy noticed her expressionless face and immediately became unhappy.
"Happy, of course I'm happy." Evelyn Sherman grinned at him and kissed him on his little face, "Well, mommy's leaving now. I'll come to see you another day."