Monica was furious as she thought about that. Glaring at Rebecca, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Auntie!" She emphasized on the word "Auntie". She greeted her that way in the past as Wesley forced her to do so, so that they wouldn't mix up their seniority. But now since she was upset, she addressed Rebecca that way on purpose to disgust her. Rebecca remained her smile. "It's alright. Monica's still young. She'll eventually grow up and be sensible." Monica was livid with rage when she heard that. Was she trying to say that she was a grown-up baby? Cyril hesitated for a moment before asking, "Dad, do you really not want Mom anymore? Have the both of you divorced?" The smile on Wesley's face froze for a moment. "Yes, we're divorced. Your mother is nowhere to be seen now. She has disappeared for so long. I guess she's not interested in a bankrupt old man like me anymore." Upon saying that, Wesley smiled sarcastically and hugged Rebecca tightly. "Y
Sugar Bun blinked innocently and crawled towards Lucas. Then, he opened his arms and asked for a hug. He successfully got a hug after he shifted his target to the right person. Biscuit was aggrieved, why did his brother get a hug but not him?! They were just bullying him! He stared at Elizabeth with a wronged face. Elizabeth looked at him for a moment, then only did she pick him up with slight annoyance. Although she was not doing well with holding the child, unlike Lucas, and Biscuit was also feeling uncomfortable, he was still very delighted. He reached out his chubby hands and grabbed Elizabeth's necklace, looking at it curiously with his eyes wide open. Lucas also noticed the necklace Elizabeth was wearing, and he couldn't help but cast a few more glances at it. It seemed that Elizabeth had been wearing this necklace all the time. He heard when her manager reported her job scope to her, if any of them required her to wear or change her necklace,
As soon as he thought of that possibility, Lucas felt his heart pounding violently. It was not that he hadn't thought of that before, but when he tried to probe into it, Elizabeth did not explain any further, so he thought that he couldn't possibly be Sugar Bun and Biscuit's father, but... What she was saying right now was really confusing him! "Sugar Bun and Biscuit... Whose children are they?" He asked tentatively. He did not want to misunderstand it only to find out that they were not his biological children. If that was the case, it would only raise his hopes for nothing! "Mine," Elizabeth said in a bad mood. Lucas pursed his lips and said, "You know that I'm asking for the children's father, and you know what I meant. Don't play dumb." "Hmph!" Elizabeth snorted. "Tell me, are they my children?" Lucas was dying of anxiousness. He put down the child in his hand, pulled her aside and asked, "They're my children, aren't they? So, you said that
When Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, her face had returned to normal, and the blush on her face was gone. Lucas felt slightly sorry for her, but now that he had his sons with him, it didn't matter anymore. He was addicted to pinching Sugar Bun and Biscuit's cheeks, and he couldn't even stop doing it. Previously, he did not want to keep doing this as he thought that they were someone else's children. If he accidentally pinched it too hard and caused them pain, he was afraid that Elizabeth would think that he was abusing the child. Then she might not let him take care of them anymore. But it was different now that they were his very own sons. He could pinch them as much as he wanted! Sugar Bun frowned in an aggrieved manner, and he wanted to push Lucas' hands away with his little fleshy ones. Unfortunately, he was too young to have the strength to do so, so he could only look at his father with grievance. Seeing that Sugar Bun's face had already t
After returning home, Monica looked for Cyril, expressing her frustration, "Cyril, look at Dad, how can he do that to me! He brought that lady there, but after seeing her being embarrassed, he then shifted the focus and asked me to apologize to them. Am I not deserving of respect?" Cyril frowned, saying, "Even if you feel dissatisfied, what can you do? After all, it is our father's freedom to be together with whoever he wants. Do you have the right to control him?" "But I can't take it! He clearly knows that Elizabeth had hit me, so how can he ask me to apologize to her. Why should I!" Monica sat down with a wronged face. "If it weren't for that woman, I wouldn't have to go to their place, let alone apologize!" "In fact, it's good to apologize so this matter can be considered over with. I think what Elizabeth said was out of anger as well. You don't want to be an outsider forever, do you? This will not benefit your marriage in the future," Cyril comforted her. A
As soon as the one-month beginner class ended, Sigrid began to accompany her husband to work. She wanted to check if there was any suspicious women around him. It was a very sudden decision that she decided to accompany him to work on the first day. She didn't allow him to send messages to anyone in the car. As soon as she arrived at the company, she began to pay close attention to his every move. After observing for an entire day, she found that the only lady who came into his office was definitely not his type. Only then did she feel relieved. On the other hand, George wasn't angry at all upon being monitored for the entire day. Instead, he seemed to enjoy the jealousy of his wife. "I've already told you that there are no suspicious women around here," George hugged her and said. "I can't trust you, I must see it for myself. I might drop a surprise visit from time to time. Therefore, you better be careful. Don't meet with any women when I'm not around. You e
"I remember that you liked eating sour things," George said with a smile. "Nobody likes to eat sour things!" Sigrid glared at him with anger. "Don't be so full of yourself!" He pinched her chin and said, "You. You're the one who likes to eat sour things." Sigrid frowned and she held his face in her hands. She pulled him closer to herself, aimed for his lips, and kissed him hard. In her imagination, this kiss that she planted should be a dominant one in which she was the one controlling the kiss. However, although she was dominating at the beginning, it only lasted for a few seconds, and it was not long before she was being pressed on and kissed on the sofa. Sigrid felt very frustrated. The difference between her body size and strength made it impossible for her to take advantage of George, thus she could only be taken advantage of. When George let her go and saw her upset face, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you like sour food now?" If she dared to
So the next morning, Sigrid felt soreness all over her body when she woke up. She was extremely regretful. Although it was rather romantic to sleep on the floor once in a while, she was the tired one. Initially, George wanted to take Sigrid to the company on this day, but when he saw his wife in pain with a sore body, he decided not to bring her. After breakfast, Sigrid enjoyed a massage from George. She could not help but say, "Press harder, it feels good." George saw her closing her eyes and she looked like she was enjoying it. He smiled and said, "I'll give you more massages in the future?" "Sure." Sigrid felt very happy. Although the process was a little painful, she felt like her body was relaxed after the pain. After half an hour, George stopped the massage and said, "Put on your clothes." "Help me put it on!" Sigrid was lying in bed and didn't want to move, so she waited for George to help her put on her clothes. ... A few d