President's Substitute Wife

I looked at Sean in surprise. To be honest, I had decided to tell Linda that I was going to be with Sean for a while and couldn't go back to the company. I didn't expect him to accompany me back.

He held up my right hand and put it on his lips and kissed it. "You are my wife, not my servant. You don't need to give up what you like for me."

I stared at him.

It was good that he thought so.

I calculated the time and asked, "can Lester see you?"

If not, maybe I needed to be with Lester on weekends and not with Sean.

I had asked Briana to take care of Lester these days. To be honest, I felt guilty. After all, Lester grew up and is now developing character. I should educate him personally and avoid his mistakes in the future. Sean did not immediately respond. He seemed to think for a moment before nodding, "yes."

I knew he made up his mind.

Every father wanted his children to think that he was a strong man who would never be defeated.

"You don't have to force it."

I knew his pain.

"No." He shook his head gently.

I packed. When we got out of the manor, there was a large business car parked at the door.

The door was open. A small slope came down. It was similar to Marcia's car.

It seemed that it was specially designed for special people.

I pushed Sean into the car and the bodyguard put my luggage in the car.

The car arrived at York No.1.

In fact, I thought for a long time and determined that this was the best place for Sean, because his house here was only one floor. There were no stairs and he had a lot of convenience.

In the afternoon, we picked up Briana and Doris.

I went to work the next day.

I picked up Lester in kindergarten at the weekend.

When I drove to York No.1, sensitive Lester asked me, "Mom, where are we going? Don't we go home?"

I looked in the rearview mirror at Lester in the child seat and smiled and said, "yes, we do."

"But..." He suddenly looked at me excitedly. "Are we going to see Dad? Dad's back, right?"

I didn't expect him to guess so quickly. I nodded and acquiesced.

Thinking of Sean's legs, I told him, "but Dad's been a little different lately. Lester, learn to accept, you know?"

"What's the matter with Dad?"

"Dad's legs are hurt and he can't stand up for the time being, so don't say anything to hurt dad later, you know?"

"OK!"

Lester nodded seriously.

The car quickly drove to the underground garage of the community, and I took Lester upstairs.

When we got out of the elevator, Briana was waiting at the door.

She opened the door, and Lester ran in cheerfully. When he saw Sean in his wheelchair, he seemed to be stunned. He walked up to him and touched his legs gently and said carefully, "Dad, does it hurt?" I stood behind him and got nervous.

Just now I said Sean's legs were hurt, but I didn't say they were unconscious. Lester must have misunderstood.

Sean didn't seem to mind. He shook his head. "No."

"Really?" Lester looked up and said seriously, "Mom said your legs are hurt and I can't talk nonsense, or you will be sad."

Sean looked up at me.

I was a little embarrassed.

He leaned over and lifted Lester straight up and sat him in his lap!

At first, Lester was scared and wanted to jump down, but Sean pressed him on his leg and said, "Dad just can't stand up for the moment."

"Really? Will you be all right in a while?"

Lester looked up at Sean.

Sean didn't seem to suffer from Lester sitting on his leg, so Lester stopped struggling.

Sean nodded. "OK, but I can only hold you like this now."

"It doesn't matter!" Lester looked up proudly and patted him on the chest. "I'm a man, not a girl. I don't need a hug!"

After that, he jumped directly from Sean and put his hands on his waist. "I can do anything. Dad, whatever you do later, just call me. I can help you." "OK, thank you."

I could see that he was a little surprised. He didn't expect Lester to be so sensible.

At this time, the kitchen door opened and Briana and Doris brought food from inside.

Lester said, "I'll wash my hands!"

He ran a few steps and turned. He blinked and looked at Sean and asked, "Dad, can you wash your hands? Do you need me to wash your hands?"

Sean was stunned. He didn't seem to have expected his son to take care of it.

I thought he was going to refuse, but I didn't expect that he nodded and said definitely, "yes."

Then he manipulated the wheelchair and went to the bathroom with Lester.

I stood behind them. Lester wasn't tall enough, so he took a small bench and stood on it. He turned on the tap. Sean wet his hands. He squeezed the foam hand washing liquid and washed his hands with Sean with his little hands.

I could only see their sides.

Lester lowered his head and carefully helped Sean wash his hands and said, "the teacher told me that I had to wash my hands in this way to get rid of the bacteria."

"I see." Sean answered.

He was really like a student.

After washing his hands, Sean seemed to want to hold Lester in his lap. Lester immediately refused, "I'm a boy. I can walk by myself."

With that, he took Sean's hand and went to the table with him.

Lester followed the rules at dinner.

After dinner, Lester played, and I went to bed with him.

When I took out the storybook and wanted to tell it to him, Lester grabbed my hand and nervously asked me, "Mom, am I good today?" "Yes, you are good every day." I touched his short, supple hair.

He heard my answer and seemed relieved. He smiled. "That's good. I'm afraid Dad will abandon me."

It was said that children were the most innocent and wouldn't lie.

His words hurt my heart.

I didn't expect him to think so!

I leaned over and kissed Lester on the forehead. I smiled and said, "no, Dad loves you the most and will not abandon you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I replied firmly.

Lester was no longer nervous. He leaned against me. "That's great. I can see Dad every week."