Chapitre 638: WARM HUGS

NEOMA couldn't help but smile like a fool while looking up at Lewis.

Her neck didn't hurt much because she wasn't that much shorter than him. Moreover, she wouldn't even notice such trivial things when she was THIS happy seeing her "son" in the flesh after five years.

Of course, it was a given that Lewis grew up as a handsome young man.

But the most important thing was that her "son" was healthy.

[At least, he's not as sad and lonely as I thought he'd be for the last five years. Adopting other kids for Lewis to have siblings was the best decision I made in this lifetime.]

"I'm sorry, Princess Neoma," Lewis said apologetically. "Did you get hurt?"

"Pfft. As if falling on the sand would hurt me," Neoma said haughtily, putting her hands on her waist. "It wasn't like you crashed me with your weight, either. I am NOT frail."

He looked relieved by that.