"Then the wolf blew and blew, but the brick house never fell" With a large book in his hands, Christian read with a small smile on his face.
"Wolf..." Looking at the colorful pictures in the book, Helen murmured, clinging as always to Christian's neck.
The morning was warm.
After Christian finished his meeting with the spies, he spent time resting and spending time with family.
But well...
Even though they say family, Helen is the main recipient of his time.
Watching cartoons together, being fed by her father, sleeping together, playing together, even now Christian started to read her a book he created himself, including drawings and everything necessary for his little girl's amusement.
Watching the sunset through the window, Christian smiled softly and closed his eyes 'Who knew this could be so soothing...'
"Hahaha~" Laughing with satisfaction, Christian lifted Helen's small body and stood up, then looked around and pursed his lips "What can we do now?"
"..." Hugging Christian's neck, Helen stared at her father's face in silence, then turned her gaze to the book they were looking at and rested her head on Christian's shoulder.
"Oh I know" Smiling with sparkling eyes, Christian increased his pace and walked down to the second floor, then looked at the various games in the place and walked to the farthest door.
Opening the door, Christian looks at the various blank canvases all around and the multiple paintings in the far corner "Let's paint!"
Just as Eva asked, these 3 floors in the building have everything necessary for Christian to live happily and peacefully.
Games, TV, kitchen, sauna, gym, office, music room, among other things.
But among all this, the only thing that Christian has not used to this day is this painting room.
In fact, the last time he painted seriously was before he went to jail, having already spent several years without dedicating himself to something he enjoyed so much at the time.
"Honey give me a moment, daddy will prepare something fun" Leaving Helen on the floor gently, Christian walks over to the wall and pulls out a large canvas of cloth, then stretches it on the floor and walks over to the paintings "Let's see..."
"Toxic, toxic, toxic, toxic... this one's fine" Looking at painting by painting, Christian earnestly read each specification and nods as he finds a red one, then opens it and takes a thin stick from the corner "I have to whisk this..."
Looking at his and Helen's clothes, Christian murmured "Well... I'm wearing somewhat expensive clothes but never mind... my little girl is wearing an ordinary white dress.... Elisa shouldn't be mad."
Nodding to himself as he wipes the painting, Christian remains silent for a few minutes and stands up with the painting in his hand, then sets it down on the canvas and walks over to the quiet Helen.
Taking her in his arms, Christian sits down on the canvas and lays her down beside him, then smiles towards his little girl and speaks "Today we will paint together, watch me show you."
Reaching his hand into the paint, Christian smiles towards the curious Helen and begins to spread the paint carelessly over the canvas, leaving several marks of his hand and fingers all over the place.
"No need to create anything, just have fun" Muttering to himself, Christian dipped his hands back into the paint and took Helen's hand, then smeared the paint on her small little hands and smiled "Now you"
"..." Lowering her gaze, Helen stared at her red hands and tilted her head slightly, then looked at the red print on the canvas left by Christian and put her hand to the side "Daddy..."
Withdrawing her hand silently, Helen blinked tenderly and suddenly lay down on the floor, then rolled over and lay on her stomach.
Raising his eyebrows, Christian smiled softly and watched with love in his eyes as his little girl began to move her hands all over the place, looking with obvious curiosity in her eyes at the red color painted thanks to his actions.
"This... not bad" After a few minutes of pleasant silence, Christian looked at the mess they left on the canvas and murmured with a soft smile.
...
"Christian?" Looking around in confusion, Elisa spoke aloud, but receiving only silence, she kept walking and murmured, "Where did they go? I know they're up here."
Looking at the dark sky outside, Elisa sighed and shook her head "Most likely they fell asleep somewhere, Christian wouldn't forget that the child has to eat".
Walking through the playroom, Elisa opened door after door and actively searched for the duo, until she finally reached the last room and the sight inside made her raise her eyebrows as she blinked in a daze.
There she found the two people she was looking for, but in a rather peculiar situation.
For starters, the center of the room was a mess, all covered with red stains on various sides and she could even see splashes on the far walls.
But this was not what stunned her the most, but the beautiful sight of Christian all stained with red asleep on the floor with a little girl on his chest, being even more stained with it.
Literally the two of them are a mess right now.
Much of Helen's white dress is covered in paint, and Christian, not to mention, even his white hair has marks on it, not to mention his cheeks have two little hand marks on them.
It doesn't take a great mind to manage to know that these two spent a good bit of time together before falling asleep from exhaustion.
"..." Blinking silently for a few seconds, Elisa came back to herself and smiled softly, while her eyes seemed to melt from the beautiful feelings this scene provokes in her.
Moving closer in silence, Elisa crouches down next to Christian and stares at the faces of two of the people she loves the most, then she smiles tenderly and takes out her cell phone, taking several pictures from different angles.
"Hehe, this will go in my family album~" Smiling happily with a twinkle in her eyes, Elisa put her cell phone away and watched the scene for several more minutes, then laughed softly and stroked Christian's hair "I knew I didn't have to worry about helping him... he's an amazing father."
"But... now you'll have to take a shower" Pursing her lips at the sight of all the stained clothes, Elisa murmured "I'll join in next time too... it would be fun."
...
In a place unknown to the rest of the world, a certain event can be found that could shake all of humanity.
Inside a small room something is happening that could shake the world. The room is simple, white walls, no decorative furniture or anything that stands out apart from a circular table where every seat is occupied.
"We begin the meeting" Sitting with several pieces of paper in her hand, a woman in her 70's spoke with seriousness and boredom in her eyes.
While Christian slept peacefully, a scene that had kept him preoccupied for a few days was happening at this very moment.
"The reason for our meeting today should already be known to you, but in case any of you don't know, today we will talk about how to deal with Christian Grey, head of the new rising family."
This is something even Christian couldn't figure out.
The supposed meeting that Christian was worried about was nothing more than a front where the descendants of these people would talk about where the real meeting would be.
It may sound paranoid, but if we're talking about who's in this room right now, it's logical.
"We will follow the protocols" Reading the papers with disinterest, the old woman looked up and observed the others "Today we have the 6 members of our private circle, but as you will see, we have a new face so please say who you are."
With those words, 5 people in the room turned their gaze towards a certain woman in particular.
Rising from her seat, a woman in her 60's bowed slightly and spoke gravely "Margaret Rockefeller, head of the Rockefeller family".
"..."
The very moment Margaret finished speaking, the stares became even more invasive and heavy, while the silence of the place became more and more suffocating.
"*Sigh* She's not ready" Noticing the sweat trickling down Margaret's forehead, the same woman who spoke at the beginning sighed "Not everyone knows this, but old Rockefeller died a year ago, age got the better of her and she had a heart attack."
Opening her eyes a little wider, Margaret closed her eyes for a few seconds and sighed, then sat back and looked at all the faces in front of her "I'm sorry I didn't invite you to the funeral, you'll understand it was a private matter."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Honestly, it was hard for Margaret not to tremble at this moment.
Although in her life she had met all kinds of people and seen everything, she had rarely managed to be with people of this caliber.
Anyone who has managed to climb the ladder in life knows that the higher a person goes, the stronger their presence becomes.
As if just by looking at you, your body becomes heavy and your thoughts erratic.
It is already a miracle that she does not start sweating uncontrollably in front of the hard look of these 5 old women in front of her.
"Don't intimidate the girl, old lady Rockefeller entrusted her to me before she died" Squinting at the others, the same woman continued "I will now introduce myself as the person who will lead the meeting, I am Kate Rothschild, head of the Rothschild family."
"*Sigh* It's a pity about your mother" Shaking her head as she sighed, an old woman in her 80's spoke slowly "I am Antonella Du Pont, head of the Du Pont family, I used to be a good friend of your mother's"
Holding a cane in both hands, another old lady in her 70's spoke with boredom "Anne Morgan, head of the Morgan family."
"Emma Murdoch, head of the Murdoch family" Smiling slightly, a woman in her 70s spoke.
"Meaghan Oppenheimer, head of the Oppenheimer family" Tapping the table gently with her fingertips, a woman in her 70s spoke with disinterest.
"With that the introductions are done" Nodding, Kate picked up her papers and spoke "You should all have read the report you were given by now, so let's be quick, time waits for no one."
"I find it illogical and humiliating that we have to meet after more than 10 years just because of a child" Shaking her head, Antonella spoke.
"Ms. Antonella, with all due respect, this child is not to be underestimated" With a serious face, Margaret took a deep breath and spoke, looking at every woman in the place "He has money, backing, skills, intelligence and worst of all, a hatred for us that we can't let go of"
"Hatred for us?" Raising her eyebrows, Meaghan smiled slightly and commented "That boy never attacked us, in fact, you were the one who provoked him first."
Nodding with recognition, Emma looked at Margaret and spoke with a small smile "Don't tell me he killed some lover of yours?"
Clenching her fists tightly under the table, Margaret smiled slightly and shook her head "Please be serious, this boy has a private army and unknown skills, not to mention that his backing is the Russians, and not just any Russians, but a Guardian backing him"
"Dimitri..." Nodding silently, Kate looked at her companions and spoke "They should all know that name, no need to remind them that we lost Russia thanks to that man and his team."
"To think your mother had fallen in love with him" Chuckling, Anne continued "It was so funny to see that old lady's sullen face when they killed her security to get her to stop bothering him"
"We're getting off topic" Putting the papers down on the table, Kate stared at Margaret and continued "Little Margaret, I'm going to be honest with you"
"..."
"I wouldn't want to get involved in this" With a serious face, Kate looked at the face on the papers and continued "This child is prickly and seems to be crazy enough to cause us great loss"
"..."
"This fight was started by you sending him to jail for something as small as that stupid pedophile ring. Revenues were low and the influences going in were already exploited, it was just a waste to keep them alive and personally we already had plans to end it in a few more months."
"..."
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