chapter 7 Ning Anya===

In the Southern District of Kangserene, Soaring Group has developed a luxurious villa community in a prime location. Mirela's family resides here. The area is surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers, with lush greenery, and the environment is unbelievably beautiful. It is said that the villas here cost tens of thousands of dollars per square meter, and a single villa can cost millions!
This community is called Golden Community, and the property management company is also under Soaring Group. As soon as you enter the gate, you can see several well-built security guards standing in front, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Inside the community, cameras can be seen everywhere, and the walls are over three meters high. Security guards patrol constantly, and the security measures are seamless. It should be noted that the residents of this villa community are all wealthy individuals, and the monthly property fees amount to hundreds of dollars.
The community is very large, with one villa after another, and it is overwhelming. When the Range Rover stopped at a villa's underground garage, Corentin knew they had arrived home.
Mirela walked from the underground garage to the villa's entrance. The entrance had an electronic lock, and after entering the password, the electric gate automatically opened. Corentin followed closely behind.
The villa, including the underground garage, had a total of four floors. The architecture was designed in a European style, and the roof of the small mansion resembled a fairy-tale palace. Corentin carried his luggage and as soon as he entered the house with Mirela, he heard fragmented footsteps approaching. A woman in her forties, with delicate features, walked over and kindly said, "Miss, you're back."
Mirela nodded. "Aunt Christine, where is Anya?"
"She just fell asleep," Aunt Christine's gaze shifted to the man behind Miss. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt, slightly yellowed jeans, and a pair of white travel shoes that were almost worn out. His shabby appearance made Aunt Christine's smile stiffen. "Miss, who is he?"
"He is the person I told you about last night," Mirela said as she changed her shoes.
"Oh, it's Young Master Bill," Aunt Christine smiled warmly as she took the luggage from Corentin's hands. "Quickly change your shoes."
Upon hearing this title, Corentin felt immediately uncomfortable and smiled bitterly. "Aunt Christine, please don't call me that. It makes me feel awkward."
"Regardless, you are now the right person. We'll talk about the future when it comes," Aunt Christine said with a beaming smile.
Corentin glanced at Mirela. Aunt Christine, dressed in an apron and looking like a nanny, seemed to have gained Mirela's trust. She knew about this matter.
What Corentin didn't know was that Aunt Christine had been taking care of Mirela since she was a child. Even to this day, Aunt Christine remained by Mirela's side, taking care of her attentively. It was evident how deep their bond was.
Since Aunt Christine said so, Corentin had no choice but to accept it. He changed into slippers and walked into the lavishly decorated villa. His room was on the second floor, conveniently located next to Mirela's boudoir. And even there had a small study room for him.
As Corentin finished unpacking in his room, he heard a loud cry. The baby had just fallen asleep but started crying again, and the sound was getting louder. Aunt Christine couldn't calm her down no matter what she did.
"Corentin, come and hold Anya," Mirela's voice came from outside the door. Corentin walked out of his room at a leisurely pace and headed towards a separate nursery.
The nursery was carefully decorated, with cute baby pictures adorning the walls and lots of toys placed on the carpet. Little Anya was crying in Aunt Christine's arms.
"Be good, Anya, be good," Aunt Christine tried to soothe her, but Anya didn't seem to pay any attention. At that moment, Mirela, who was standing next to Aunt Christine, saw Corentin and said, "Come and hold Anya."
Corentin walked over, and Aunt Christine gently placed Anya in his arms. However, as Corentin held the baby, he suddenly felt at a loss. He had no idea how to hold a baby.
Aunt Christine chuckled and guided him step by step, "Hold her bottom and waist with one hand, and use your other arm to support her head in your elbow."
Under Aunt Christine's careful guidance, Corentin seemed to struggle as if he had lost all his strength, but eventually learned how to hold the baby. It was true that men didn't have a natural talent for taking care of children.
As Corentin gently held the baby, he finally got a clear view of her adorable face. She had big eyes, curved eyebrows, and her chubby cheeks made her even cuter. However, her lips lacked color, indicating that Anya's health was not very good. She was plump but weak.
For some reason, as Corentin held Anya, he suddenly felt a warm flow in his heart, as if there was a connection between their bloodlines. It was a strange feeling.
"Anya!" Corentin's heart warmed, and he smiled softly, calling out to her.
At that moment, under the gaze of Aunt Christine and Mirela, Anya looked at him with her big eyes and suddenly pursed her lips, revealing her first smile since birth.
The three of them were momentarily stunned by the scene.
"Miss, look, look! Anya actually smiled! She's only three months old and already knows how to smile!" Aunt Christine exclaimed in excitement.
Mirela's beautiful face bloomed with a motherly radiance. Due to her excitement, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, making her look as radiant as peach blossoms. This was the first time Corentin had seen Mirela smile so happily, and for a moment, he was captivated.
"Aunt Christine, it's normal for a three-month-old baby to occasionally smile. There's no need to make a big fuss," Mirela noticed Corentin's somewhat "shocked" expression and said calmly.
"Well, that's true," Aunt Christine chuckled. "It seems that Anya really likes Young Master Bill. She smiles as soon as she sees him."
Mirela snorted lightly. "It's just a coincidence."
Corentin shrugged, not bothered by it. He smirked, "I thought I was a beauty killer, but it turns out even babies can't resist me."
"Hahaha!" Aunt Christine burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.
Mirela frowned and said, "I've never seen a man with such thick skin!" With that, she walked out of the nursery in big strides. By now, Corentin had been holding Anya for ten minutes. Aunt Christine said, "Young Master Bill, let me hold her."
Corentin's heart leaped with joy. Although he liked the chubby little baby, his male nature made him reluctant to hold Anya any longer. He handed Anya to Aunt Christine, but as soon as Anya was in her arms, she burst into loud crying, sounding heartbroken.
"Let me do it," Corentin reluctantly said. He took Anya back, and true to his words, Anya stopped crying immediately in his arms. In a short while, she fell asleep with a sweet smile on her lips.
Corentin smiled at the baby. "If people didn't know, they would think I'm your real dad."
"Pfft!" Aunt Christine burst into laughter again. However, Corentin felt two icy glares directed at him. Anya's crying once again alerted Mirela, but upon hearing Corentin's words, her face turned icy cold. "Corentin, if you don't want to get beaten up, watch your words."
Aunt Christine's laughter abruptly stopped, and Corentin looked a bit puzzled. It was just a joke, did Mirela really need to get so angry?
"Mirela, it's just that Anya and I have a connection. But honestly, Anya looks a bit like me when I was a child," Corentin said playfully.
Mirela's face turned ashen. "Corentin, if you don't want to get fired and stay at home every day as Anya's nanny, you'd better watch your mouth."
"It's just a security guard job. With my physique, I can be a security guard anywhere," Corentin shrugged nonchalantly.
Mirela sneered. "So, you're content with just being a security guard? As a man, you have no ambition at all!"
With that, Mirela slammed the door and stormed out. Her demeanor showed her frustration. Corentin was a bit dumbfounded. He was just a fake husband, not the real deal. Did this girl have to be so serious?
"Cough, cough," Aunt Christine cleared her throat and said, "Young Master Bill, our Miss has always had this temper. Don't take it to heart."
Corentin smiled. "No worries, I'm used to it."