All Chapters of Warning: My Mommy is A Savage!: Chapter 1231 - Chapter 1240

“No.” Still a one-worded reply. Charmine frowned. Was he angry? Why was he so cold to her? It was as if he was another person. Charmine wanted to speak more, but he gave off such an unapproachable aura as he carried her like a robot. No matter what she said, he would give simple responses. “Mmh.” “Yeah.” “Oh.”There was no point in talking to him, so she gave up. … The path was twisted and uneven. Nial cleared the path on his own. Anthony carried Charmine while Guy helped Yvonne and Grandma Granger. They walked for an hour before they spotted the bamboo forest hidden in mist. Nial almost teared up. Ugh, finally! His hands were breaking! Nial walked toward the area, but Charmine, still on Anthony’s back, sensed something was wrong. She detected it right away and quickly called out, “Stop!” “Hmm?” Nial looked back. “What’s wrong?” Everyone looked at her in confusion. Charmine got off his back and took out a special pair of sunglasses to put them o

Charmine looked into Frank’s clear eyes and said, “Yes, it’s me.” She walked forward to reach out to him. “You crossed the lasers outside?” he asked gently. “Yeah.” “You’re still as stunning after all these years.” Frank seemed pleased. He then asked, “What brings you here?” Charmine pursed her lips and said, “Frank, Kansas had challenged Burlington. I’m here to learn how to attract butterflies through writing.” Frank, being as easy-going as he always was, nodded after a mere moment but was interrupted by a woman’s voice that came from behind him. “No, you can’t agree.” “Faye,” Frank muttered, “don’t mess around.” “I’m not messing around.” Faye White walked out from the house and looked at him, concerned. “Brother, your body—” “I’m fine.” Frank White cut her off. He had a calm and gentle smile on his face. “I have nothing to do anyway, so I can teach you.” “Well, I don’t agree.” Faye glared at Charmine and scoffed before she turned back inside. “Faye is always

“Ha…!” Nial chortled at Faye’s question, and he looked back at Faye. “Young lady, this brother is married.” Anthony halted and looked at her seriously. “Charmine is my wife, and our child is five years old.” Faye met his cold eyes and bit her lip, feeling as though a bucket of cold water was dumped on her. He was married and, worse still, had a five-year-old child! She looked at his back and fell silent for a few seconds. Not wanting to give up, she caught up to him and continued, “Brother Anthony, your wife is so beautiful.” Anthony thought of Charmine’s face, and his expression softened unconsciously. “Yeah, she is.” “You two must be so much in love, huh?” added Faye again. “Not just that. She’s my life, and she’s irreplaceable,” said Anthony coldly. Faye felt sour; she did not like this feeling. She wanted to talk to Anthony more, but he was too handsome that she dared not to speak. If this went on, Anthony would start hating her! She would have plenty of t

Frank merely smiled calmly at Charmine’s question. His clear eyes showed no hint of love and emotion as he replied, “No, you’re overthinking things. I like to be alone—it’s simpler this way. You should know that I’m not interested in love.” “Oh,” Charmine did not question anymore. She changed the topic and said, “Frank, try to attract some butterflies for me to see.” Frank landed his brush on the white piece of paper and wrote a sentence. [Through the woods, you’re a destination I can’t reach.] As he wrote, a butterfly flew toward them out of nowhere. Like a bee that smelled pollen, the butterfly flew over curiously. The butterfly stayed on the paper and fluttered its wings. Along with the beautiful sentence, it formed a beautiful sight. Charmine was touched again. “Frank, how did you do it?” “Control the brush deftly. I let the brush, ink, and myself merge into one,” explained Frank simply before he handed the brush to her. Charmine put down the ink and took the

Faye saw that it was about time. Recalling that Anthony was keeping the fire going, she started washing the vegetables in the kitchen to prepare dinner. She wanted Anthony to see how much better she was than Charmine. That woman was nothing but a vase and a beautiful face! After washing the vegetables, she turned to Nial. “Brother Nial, can you help me to bring them to the kitchen?” “Okay.” Nial then put down his phone and brought the washed vegetables to the kitchen table. Faye took out her smoked bacon and muttered, “This bacon is difficult to cut.” Nial saw how she held a knife bigger than her face, thus he said, “Why don’t I help you then?” “No, no need.” Faye brought out her thinly sliced bacon to show them. “You guys won’t know how to—only I can cut them so thinly.” “Oh,” said Nial, “you slice them, then.” Faye was speechless. She turned to look at Anthony. He did not even look at her! Faye bit her lip. It seemed that it was time to showcase her talent!