"Hey, mister, don't you want this thing?" Whitney raised an eyebrow at Damon. She looked mature, and it both amused and fascinated him.Damon thought about the support he received in his youth. Also, Novya's continuous help had helped him regain what was rightfully his. Damon slowly shook his head."There's so much money in the world. I can't earn it fast enough. Why bother teaming up with them to snatch some unknown treasure? If there was cash among the treasure, it's probably turned to dust by now.""Eh …" Whitney furrowed her brows in confusion.Yet, Damon's reasoning resonated with her."Alright, since you're sincere, I'll take you as my apprentice and guide you," Whitney stated.Damon laughed out loud, about to lift her up.Whitney stopped him, her tone turning cold, "No need for all the fuss. Honestly, the only odd thing in your outfit today is the face mask. "I know you've got this cool image going on, but using women's panties as a mask doesn't quite convey your flirta
"Mommy, don't ask me how I know and doubt my instincts. I'm just sure there's a little brother in your belly. "When I have time, I'll go buy little toys for him. So, he can play with me right after he's born," Whitney said confidently, puffing out her chest.Violet gazed at Whitney. She was about to say something when a movement from her belly made her furrow her brows. Violet wondered if the little one in her belly heard Whitney's words and couldn't wait to come out and play."Mommy, what's wrong?" Whitney, worried, sat up from Violet's lap."It's nothing. It seems your little brother really likes you. Just don't wake up your daddy," Violet reassured Whitney in a hushed tone.Whitney nodded like a diligent little chick.Glancing at the peacefully sleeping Carl beside them, she giggled. But the giggle was soft, as if afraid that any noise might disrupt Carl's hard-earned sleep."Mommy, Daddy's so tired. These days, he stays up very late with me. "Dr. Howell would tell me
"I had a dream just now that your mommy kicked me!" Carl teased as he studied Violet."Vi, you're with child now. If you're really angry, just let someone else do it for you. You don't have to get rough with me in my dreams!""Uh …" Violet gave Carl a cold glance."You're overthinking it, Mr. Walker. I don't have the time, nor am I in the mood to play little games. Since Whitney has come back to me, I'll leave with her tomorrow. If you really feel sorry toward us, Mr. Walker, please don't stop us anymore.""Vi …" Carl looked at Violet helplessly. "How can I bear to see you guys leave?""That's right, Mommy. I didn't say I wanted to leave. Daddy's so handsome. I haven't seen enough of him!"Whitney held Violet's hand and pleaded."Whitney …" Violet was left speechless.Was her daughter such a sucker for good looks?"Mommy, how about we leave after I get tired of looking at Daddy?" Whitney grinned in mischief. She lit up after looking at Carl's calm appearance.She thought that
Violet murmured and snapped Carl out of his wildest dreams. He smiled wryly and observed her sleeping quietly.She seemed to be stirring in her sleep a while ago. She returned to peaceful silence now.She put away all her fangs and claws like an obedient kitten. Carl felt his heart itch, as if a little kitten was putting its paw on him, but he couldn't do anything to her.He saw Violet's baby bump and then looked at Whitney, who was also soundly asleep. He held back his desires and looked at Violet quietly.He could stay calm in the beginning, but he started getting restless as he saw her lips open and close with her breathing. He was captivated and leaned forward, leaving a light kiss on her lips.He wanted to leave it at that, but the moment their lips met, he deepened the kiss. He pushed her mouth open, wanting more.A tiny noise of complaint cut him off and stopped his plans. He pulled away immediately and calmed himself. He looked at Violet with a blank expression.He was a
"Because this dish looks simple but very nutritious and suitable for pregnant women. Most pregnant women lose their appetites during summer, and they especially get sick of greasy meat. But only eating greens isn't healthy for them."That's why I specially cooked the meat using the techniques I used while cooking vegetables. It doesn't smell and taste strongly of meat, yet it maintains the nutrients needed. It's very good for pregnant women," Wills explained."Mr. Walker, is the pregnant lady around here? This dish would go cold. Now's the right time. You may invite her over."Wills gave a gentle smile. He was confident of his creation."So you can't let pregnant women eat this when it's right out of the kitchen?" Carl frowned. How long should he need to wait to know when was the best time?"Well, yes." Wills continued smiling. He understood the situation when he looked at Carl's conflicted expression.A grin formed on his chubby face. He liked Carl a lot. He didn't expect someon
Knowing his cooking skills, Carl was ready to be slammed by Violet's complaints.He didn't expect Violet to shut her eyes tight after eating the cherry tomato.After 15 seconds, she opened her eyes. They were welled up with tears."Who … made this?" Her voice trembled a little.The taste was so familiar. There would be no one else but him."Does it taste bad?" Carl asked nervously.There was only the chef and him who cooked in the kitchen. If Violet said it was bad, he didn't know where he would get a scapegoat.He had Maverick the last time, but now …"No …" Violet shook her head. She tasted the cherry tomato carefully and slowly swallowed the food.The familiar taste made her teary.Was it him? Was it Wills who had seen her brother for the last time?"Since it's not bad, eat up some more." Carl exhaled in relief and took another piece of cherry tomato for her.Violet ate it from the fork he held for her. After slowly chewing on the food, she looked at Carl again.Carl kn
"Daddy, you're finally back."Whitney wrapped her arms tightly around Carl's neck and said in a soft voice, "Have you settled the issue? Mommy hasn't slept well these three days. I don't know if she's worried about the issue or if she's worried about you!""Of course you don't have to listen to me." Carl was a little pissed off, but he immediately softened up when he heard what Whitney said."I'll listen to you. That should do the trick, right?""I didn't ask you to listen to me!" Violet frowned.Why did she feel like Carl was pulling something on her?"Well, do you want to listen to me then?" Carl chuckled."No!" Violet refused. She furrowed her eyebrows hard when she looked at Whitney in Carl's arms.If her memory didn't fail her, she had set some rules. Carl and Whitney shouldn't meet without her permission. Besides, she got to decide how long they would meet, right?"Whitney, it's bedtime. Your body is weak, and you need more rest," Violet said caringly, but her expression
Silvia had such a bad plan. Did she think he would reveal his true identity by sending only the Demon King here?She underestimated his capabilities.Although Silvia was a close friend of his mentor, so what?He fought for his career and achievements fair and square. He wouldn't obey them and do something he shouldn't and didn't want to do.Meanwhile, Carl was bound to be a fierce lion in their battle. He didn't like walking into the lion's den. He only wanted to help the lion.Did Carl know that he wanted to extend an olive branch?The judge sauntered out of the courtroom with a faint smile. His blank, cold face seemed more attractive and pleasant under the sunlight.Mick hid not far away, a smile creeping on his face when he saw the judge's change in attitude."Mr. Carl, it seems like he wanted to help us!" Mick turned his head to the side.He saw Carl on the phone with an icy expression. When Carl heard Mick, he nodded a little and continued his conversation."Maverick, Si