Chapter 761: Domesticated

Surrounded by silence, Little Bunny soon finished breastfeeding. The nanny returned, and Little Bunny handed her the baby.

"Madam, the food is ready," the nanny announced.

"Thank you. Please help lull the baby to sleep," Little Bunny replied politely.

"Okay," the nanny responded, then departed.

Theodore watched his son, who seemed sleepy after nursing. He then followed Little Bunny to the dining room.

"It's late. Won't he sleep?" Little Bunny mused.

In the dining room, Theodore approached the food and sat down. "Oh, you prepared food for me? How did you know I was underfed at dinner?"

Little Bunny and the servant exchanged a look, remaining silent.

After a few bites, he declared, "It's too soft and sweet. Make it better next time."

"Yes, sir," the servant replied awkwardly.

"Is there any more?" Theodore asked, having quickly finished his meal.

"No... that's all," the servant answered.

"You don't even remember how much I eat? Make more next time," Theodore demanded.

"Okay..." the servant stammered, embarrassed. He glanced at Little Bunny, who subtly gestured for him to stop.

"Come on, let's go back to the room," Theodore said to Little Bunny.

The prospect of returning to his room filled Little Bunny with dread; she was still starving. She had no choice but to follow him. Back in the bedroom, she washed herself.

"Are you a neat freak?" Theodore complained from the bed, watching her.

She felt compelled to clean herself more often than usual when he was present, a feeling unrelated to sex; his presence somehow made her feel unclean.

"Come over here. Time to sleep," he urged.

He wondered if she had been sufficiently satisfied earlier. Finding the room empty after his shower had irritated him, but seeing her nursing the baby dispelled his annoyance.

"Okay," she murmured reluctantly, climbing into bed.

As she lay beside him, Theodore pulled her close. Her body tensed.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm tired, but I was acting rather wild just now," he admitted.

He hadn't fully satisfied his desires in a long time, leaving him feeling weak and languid. He was surprised by her continued energy.

Little Bunny felt relieved at his confession. She had feared he would demand more.

Silence descended, broken only by their breathing.

"Does he have a name?" Theodore asked.

She was almost asleep; his question startled her awake. "What?"

"I wonder if our son has a name?" he repeated.

"Not yet. Your father hasn't returned in a long time. He said he would name him, but he hasn't decided."

"Come on, don't leave it to the old man. I'm his father! Let me name my son!"

"Okay," she replied, avoiding potential conflict.

"But I haven't figured it out yet..." Theodore admitted.

He had never named anyone before and found the task daunting.

"Don't rush. He's still a baby. You have plenty of time," she reassured him.

"Yeah, it's his name. It's a big deal," Theodore agreed.

After a few minutes of conversation, Little Bunny fell asleep. Theodore stayed awake much longer, having slept extensively in the afternoon. He held her close, enjoying the feel and scent of her skin.

Theodore left the next morning, concerned about Oscar after his overnight stay in Kensbury. He worried Oscar needed companionship. As he prepared to leave, he felt reluctant to depart from Little Bunny and his son.

Damn! Just yesterday he'd urged Manuel to remain level-headed in relationships, yet he found himself deeply involved with Little Bunny. He attributed this to his long abstinence. He'd been too busy to satisfy himself sexually in recent months. This time, he vowed to enjoy himself more often.

With that thought, he called Manuel. "Manuel, I'm going to the Capital."

"Okay, take care of Oscar."

"Of course. And take care of yourself."

"I will."

"Hey, are you friends with Hannah?"

"I'm not sure if she wants to talk to me now," Manuel replied awkwardly, aware of his relationship to Oscar and Hannah's knowledge of it.

"Whatever. Just try to talk to her and see if you can dissuade her..."

"Okay," Manuel agreed, knowing Hannah was usually rational.

"Okay, just call if needed."

"Bye."

Manuel hung up to find his mother, Justine, appearing. He hadn't intended for her to know he was hospitalized, but her questioning led to a confession.

Justine looked irritated.

"Mom, I'm fine."

"Fine? Bandaged like an ancient Egyptian mummy? Still playing tough, huh?" she huffed.

"It'll only take a few days to recover."

"What happened between you and Susan? The police were here. They said Henry is dead, and another girl. Both fell from a height."

"Mom, don't worry. I had nothing to do with it," Manuel explained.

"But... after what happened to your cousin, that poor kid forced into a position he couldn't choose, and you're here... how can I not worry?" Justine sighed.

"Oscar is strong enough to handle it. So am I. I'll recover in a few days. Just relax and enjoy being royalty," Manuel comforted her.

"I'm too old to meddle. As for Susan..." Justine paused.

Manuel hesitated.

"She's been crying for a day and a night. I'm worried she'll cry herself to death."