Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 123

While speaking, Vania looked reassuredly at Jude before heading out the door.

However, she deliberately left a gap so that he’d be able to see her as soon as he looked up.

Sure enough, Jude reflexively looked for her as soon as she was out, only relaxing when he saw she was still there.

It took him a long time to finally make one light step, but he stopped right then, figuring out what he should do next. He kept reminding himself not to make a mistake and anger her.

It wasn’t until half an hour later did Vania hear the shower turn on, and only was she able to ease her worried mind a little.

At that, she used the time to text her baby boys at home, reassuring them. ‘Mommy has safely retrieved your brother. We’ll be coming back tomorrow.’

The boys were overjoyed upon seeing her message, tearing up with joy as they hugged each other.

After that, they replied to her, congratulating her and reminding her to stay safe.

Vania could sense their excitement. Wasn’t she just as grateful?

Back at home, James began organizing tasks. “We should get everything ready to welcome Mommy and our brother home.”

Jack and Jacob nodded heavily in agreement. “Yeah.”

Meanwhile, in the hotel bathroom, water flowed down from Jude’s body, washing away all the dirt.

It was like he had come back to life at that moment, and he began imagining his future.

Could he go to school? After all, he wanted to attend school the most.

He knew only clean children were adored, so he repeatedly scrubbed all the dirt away from his body, only stopping when his skin was glowing red.

Every time she explained something, she would give Jude the time to process it so that she wouldn’t freak him out by proceeding before he could even accept it.

Once he was ready, Vania pointed the hair dryer at his hair, gently ruffling it to blowdry.

Jude sat upright without daring to move, for it was his first time experiencing something like this.

Something called bliss charged at him with barely any warning, overwhelming him for a moment.

Soon, his hair was dry.

However, it had grown so long that his fringe covered his eyes, for it had been a long time since he last had a trim, and he shook his head, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

At that, Vania grabbed a pair of scissors and said gently, “Let me trim your hair. You’ll feel much better.”