Chapter 1519 - 1560: Likes Young Master

Looking at the little one being so happy, Jeremiah May felt a complex sensation in his heart that even he couldn’t quite define.

This was something he gave her on his own initiative, precisely because she liked Atlas Shaw, so he went to get the poster—at least in the past, he never thought that one day he would do such a thing.

But seeing the little one keeping her eyes wide open, staring intently at the poster of Atlas Shaw, he somehow felt a bit uncomfortable.

It was as if at this moment, all her attention was on the poster of Atlas Shaw, not sparing even a glance for him.

After all, he was the one who lost face to get the poster for her! Jeremiah raised his hand unhappily and poked the little one’s head.

The poke wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make the little one look up at him.

Jeremiah immediately felt a sense of refreshment.

"Young master..." the little one muttered, obviously confused as to why the young master poked her.

"Do you... uh, like it?" He pointed at the poster and then felt that his words sounded a bit redundant, as anyone could see that she liked the poster.

"I like it... Nannan really likes Atlas!" This kind of liking comes from the heart. Although she didn’t know why, whenever she saw this person, she instinctively called him Atlas and wanted to be close to him, and just by looking at his appearance, it made her feel so at ease.

She always felt that this Atlas was like her guardian angel, protecting her.

"What about me?" Jeremiah blurted out, and after saying it, he was surprised himself—was he really wanting to know if she liked him too?

He had never thought about wanting the affection of a fool!

The little one blinked her eyes, and after a while, she grinned and said, "Nannan also likes the young master... when the young master holds Nannan, Nannan doesn’t hurt anymore..."

The word "also" inexplicably felt a bit harsh to him, as though it placed him after Atlas Shaw, and... hurt?

Was she referring to the pain she had on that night when her whole body was convulsing? Although more than half a month had passed, he still remembered the situation vividly.

He remembered her pale face, the large drops of sweat rolling down continuously, and the tiny face filled with pain.

And at that time, it seemed that her eyes only had him, only when he was by her side, her pain would alleviate, and she would slowly return to normal.

However, she hadn’t had such a painful episode since then, perhaps that was just a one-time occurrence, after all, the hospital couldn’t find out the cause.

"Do you still hurt now?" Just in case, he asked again.

"No pain, no pain, Nannan doesn’t hurt!" the little one said, then suddenly spread her arms wide, as if wanting a hug.

Jeremiah naturally picked up the little one, but right after, she started touching his hair.

His instinct was to avoid it, but those tiny hands were relentless. He avoided once, she insisted on reaching over, avoiding again, and she reached over again.

"You..." He opened his mouth, about to say something, when those two little hands pressed down on the sides of his forehead, and then those soft lips pressed against his cheek.