While Olivia Parker was still in the taxi, Ivana Bennett had already sent over a photo of the baby.
On the phone, the little one appeared pink and tender, with a hint of baby fat, a cute little nose, and a pink mouth like a strawberry jelly.
The most striking feature on the little face was the big eyes, golden pupils between long black lashes.
If she saw such a photo elsewhere, Olivia would definitely think it was Photoshopped.
That child, as beautiful as an elf.
Especially those unique golden eyes, so crystal clear and pure.
That little face, so adorable and innocent, evokes tenderness, even the coldest person would find warmth in those eyes.
"So cute."
Olivia gazed at the photo, sighing, and reached out to gently stroke the little one's chubby face on the screen, then self-deprecatingly curled her lips.
This is a photo, she actually wanted to touch the little one's face.
A moment later, the car had already driven into the hotel booked for her by the reception staff.
