Noah went over to check on Lorian first.

The night was quiet.

Lorian was sleeping soundly in his ocean-themed room. One of his arms was resting on the blanket.

He sat on the side of the bed and put Lorian’s arm back into the blanket. Brushing his son’s face gently, he looked at his delicate face and felt that his boy was growing up every day. He regretted that he hadn’t spent enough time with Lorian.

In the past, he thought of children as nothing more than tools to carry on his lineage.

However, witnessing Lorian’s growth gave him a clearer picture of a family. Now, he loved his son very much. He wanted nothing more than to watch his son grow up and have his own family and legacy when he was old enough.

Lorian rolled to the side and mumbled, “Daddy.”

At the next moment, the father in him felt extremely satisfied. He sat there for a long time before he left and went to the guest room.

A night light provided the only illumination there. The dim glow shone on Gwynn, blanketin