All Chapters of Sweet Marriage: Dear Lady, You're Mine: Chapter 671 - Chapter 680

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

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

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

"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

Jonason, who was standing next to him, heard this and could not help but say, "If she gets charmed by you, she won't be able to work." Christin straightened his tie and said, "That's true. Then I shall just brighten up her day slightly." Jonason was dazed. Their family's inherited narcissism was indeed extraordinary. When they came out and found that the girls were not ready yet, Christin looked at the time and asked, "Why are they so slow? Didn't they come out after putting on makeup?" "The preparation time for girls is usually longer. When I was on a date with my wife, the longest time that I waited for her was three hours. You can't complain," said the older. Jonason and Christin were shocked. Three hours sounded quite horrible. "Our shooting starts at four o'clock. Even if they come out now, it won't start right away," the youngster said. Christin touched his own chin and said with regret, "It's such a pity, I wanted her to come out now and