Chapter 1201

Chapter 1201 During the past two days, Kingsley had the police arrange the worst cell for Luke. It was a very harsh environment. He had nothing to eat and couldn't go out. He could only squat in the corner. Now he was released. Kingsley hadn't thought about the future relationship between them. He would let nature take its course. From now on, he was sure to have a happy life with his beloved woman and child. He was also looking forward to seeing his child grow up. The future was hopeful. He would bring up his son and witness his every change. He gazed at the woman, who was snickering at him as if saying that he shot himself in the foot. He bent down, cupped her face in his big hands, and passionately kissed her. "Thank you for all you've given me, honey." "Thank you, hubby. I'm so lucky to have you in my life." She affectionately snogged him with a dazzling smile, her bright eyes crinkling. Every moment with her would be the most wonderful in his life. Cody started to crawl at the age of six months. He was moving his small body happily on his hands and knees on the floor, sometimes dribbling. Tonell, who doted on his great-grandson, was sitting on the sofa shaking the toy in his hand. He smilingly coaxed, "Cody, come here. Look at the toy." The little boy sat down on the carpet glancing at the toy, looking uninterested. He wrinkled his pretty brows as he yawned lazily. After suffering a setback, Tonell asked the maid to get him a cooked, fragrant bone. He shook it, saying, "Cody, look at the bone!" Hearing this, Sherman, who had just walked out, pulled a wry face. "Grandpa, do you think my son is a dog?" "I didn't want to have to do this," Tonell said with resignation, "but Cody doesn't like toys. He only likes bones. What else can I do?" Meanwhile, the cute boy had crawled to Tonell, looking at Tonell with his watery eyes, wiggling his hips like a puppy. Sherman couldn't help putting her hand on the forehead. Her son... Kingsley happened to go downstairs to the company, tying the blue tie with his long fingers. He gazed at Sherman, his eyes full of tenderness. He held her in his arms, leaning down to kiss her. After a while, Sherman said sadly, "Your son likes nothing but bones. He's just like a dog!" Kingsley wasn't worried at all. He continued to kiss her soft rosy lips, saying teasingly, "Then he's a purebred dog, the king of the mastiffs." After that, Cody had new nicknames such as "little mastiff" and "puppy". When he was seven months old, a few words jumped out of his small mouth from time to time. He was learning to speak. One day, Cathy rushed back with Cody in her arms and a proud smile on her noble face. "Cody can talk now!" Hearing the exciting news, the whole family gathered around the little boy, waiting for him to speak. The little one sat on the sofa fiddling with his toys, but he didn't say anything. Cathy was anxious, kissing his cheeks. "Be good. Speak as you just did."