CHAPTER 85

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Friday came.

In the evening, Maureen sent Zion over. She said that she had matters to attend to and that she had to leave, and that she would not come over to sleep here at night. Cynthia understood, and she knew that she must have received and sent him off for many days.

Cynthia was preparing dinner.

She had been wearing one of her favorite clothes at home. It was a long, loose T-shirt, and she wasn't wearing bar yet. It was the most comfortable position for a woman.

While she was washing the dishes, she suddenly heard her son's excited shout from outside the kitchen, "Daddy …"

Her heart skipped a beat, she immediately went to the kitchen door and saw the door close, Gabriel's dark red t-shirt and black pants went in, it was simple and reckless.

He really had to come back.

The little guy hugged his father's neck as he forcefully kissed his father. Gabriel also hugged his son as he rubbed his head and then kissed his father again. This sc