Novel Drama Chapter 1499
Chapter 1499
Chapter 1499
From the moment Damian hit the terrible twos, Bernard found himself scheming like a cat burglar just
to spend some alone time with Eleanor. His usual tactic was to lull the tyke to sleep and then whisk him
away to dreamland. But like clockwork, it would take just one try before Damian would pop open his
eyes and unleash his cries.
Craving the uninterrupted passion they once enjoyed, which often meant a good seven or eight rounds novelbin
of unabashed romance, Bernard resorted to dropping the little brat off at Cedric’s place.
At first, Cedric didn’t mind playing the occasional babysitter. But after a while, he started to raise an
eyebrow. Observing Bernard’s pattern, he realized Bernard’s libido was the reason behind these
frequent visits. Damian was simply being offloaded for the sake of parental playtime.
Each time Bernard dropped off his son, Cedric found the perfect opportunity to rib him, though
Bernard’s prepared. He’d plop Damian on the floor, spin on his heel, and exit without a backward
glance.
However, this little boy found a way to deal with it.
Cedric would often recount how his two kids, couldn’t outwit or outfight Damian, who they dubbed ‘The
Little Tyrant’. He drove them to tears daily with his mischief.
It was one thing for Damian to plague the sibling duo, but Cedric soon found himself on the receiving
end of the toddler’s antics.
“What kind of mischief are we talking about?” Eleanor asked, ever the skeptic about her son’s angelic
demeanor.
Cedric drew a picture with his words, telling her that Damian played the angel whenever Hailey was
around. But the moment she stepped out, the boy became a terror, insisting that only Uncle Cedric
should hold him. Sure, the kid was a mere tot, light as a feather, but try cradling that bundle of energy
all day, and even the strong Cedric couldn’t do the job.
Juggling Damian and consoling the weepy twins, Cedric’s days were squandered in a whirlwind of
childcare instead of his beloved tech research. His brain buzzed louder than a motherboard on
overdrive. With no other choice, Cedric sabotaged Bernard’s love life and returned the little devil to his
rightful throne at home.
Eleanor, hearing this, refused to believe it. In her eyes, Damian was quiet but well-behaved, a
sentiment Hailey shared. But Cedric insisted the boy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, barely able to lift
his arms from exhaustion, he slumped in his chair, casting a look of betrayed exhaustion at Bernard.
The man at the head of the table simply arched an eyebrow and laid a reassuring hand on Damian’s
head.
At three years old, Bernard enrolled Damian in preschool with the twins. The siblings were so terrified
at the prospect of sharing a class with “The Little Tyrant” that they cried to switch schools.
The teachers and the principal, baffled by the commotion, couldn’t fathom why these children wanted to
leave. After all, Damian, in his crisp little suit and tie, his dark hair neatly combed back, looked every bit
the picture of innocence with his deep, enchanting eyes that seemed to warm you like a midwinter sun.
Nevertheless, despite his cherubic silence, the teachers were convinced of his good nature and
encouraged the twins to bond with their cousin, even going so far as to put them together for naptime.
This decision only heightened the siblings’ fears. Unable to convince the adults, they huddled together
under one blanket, peering out with wide eyes at Damian, who lay beside them, belly exposed, in
blissful slumber
Upon waking and catching their fearful gaze, Damian flashed a grin as sweet as an angel and offered
them a deal, “Call me ‘big bro’, and I’ll stop picking on you.”
The twins, used to being the tough cookies of their own domain, especially Elwood, were not about to
take orders from anyone, let alone someone younger. “I’m older than you; you should be calling me ‘big
bro’!” Elwood retorted.
Damian merely snorted and bided his time. Before long, he had the whole preschool calling him ‘big
bro’, his entourage bowing and scraping wherever he went.
One day, as The twins guarded their snacks like treasure, Damian strolled in, and with a mere wave of
his hand, his loyal minions swarmed, leaving the siblings snackless and in tears.
As Damian approached with a bag of goodies, he asked with a sly smile, “Ready to call me ‘big bro’
now?”
With chubby hands cleaning their tears, Selene pouted, “If we call you ‘big bro’, will you give us our
snacks back?”
With a nod, Damian handed back the treats. From that day on, not only did they change their tune, but
they became his trusted lieutenants, eventually rising to his right hand by mastering the art of flattery.