Andrew looked at Howard Geoffrey, sniffed, and slowly opened his mouth.
Howard Geoffrey panicked, recognizing this as the prelude to the child crying. His handsome face changed color, "Don't cry, little darling, Daddy worked so hard to get you to sleep..."
Andrew continued to take deep breaths.
Howard Geoffrey, who had never been flustered when dealing with anything, was actually holding his breath at this moment.
As a result, second by second passed, the expected sound of the child crying did not come. Under Rebecca Quentin's gentle motion of rocking the cradle, Andrew let out a big yawn and slowly fell asleep again.
This little guy, really doesn't play by the rules...
Howard Geoffrey internally let out a sigh of relief, suddenly hearing a crisp sound.
He turned his face, seeing that the laughter came from the small woman in his arms.
She was laughing.
