Chapter 50
Chra frowned and walked downstairs. He bent down I picked up his daughter. His cold expression gradually softened.
“Rebeccaana, it’s time to go back to your room and sleep.
Rebeccaans pouted relictantly and pointed at the clock in the wall.
Tather, It’s not even nine o’clock yet. I don’t want to sleep.”
“If you can’t sleep, you have to be in bed and rest. Dad will tell you a story” Chris coaxed patiently.
Rebeccaana pursed her lips and looked at Rebecca reluctantly. Today, I want Aunty Pretty to tell me a bedtiene story.”
“Rebeccaana!” Chris was obviously unwilling
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Having Rebecca play with Rebeccaana for more than ten minutes was already considered extremely accommodating. He would definitely not let her tell stores in the child’s bedroom.
“Dad” Rebeccaana hugged Chris’s neck and began to act like a spoiled child. “Please, just agree. I really like listening to Auntie Pretty tell stories After listening to the story, I promise to sleep well”
“In the past, isn’t it was Dad who told you stories? Why do you have to listen to her today? Rebeccaana, Dad is very unhappy now. Be obedient and stop making Bad angry, okay?”
Chris’s tone was a little heavier, and his expression was serious. Rebercana felt very wronged, so she lowered her head and seemed to look sad.
Rebecca, who had not interrupted the whole time, felt sorry for her daughter.
“Hut I just want to heart tonight.” Rebeccaana looked at Rebecca eagerly, a mist of water appeared in her bright eyes.
Rebecca felt even more distressed. She looked up at Chen and begged him without hestation: “Mr. Evans, let me tell Rebeccaana another story.”
Chris looked at her deeply and did not say anything,
Rebecca was staring at her, and she opened her mouth to say something. Suddenly, Rebeccaina cried.
“Dad is bad. Why cart you let me listen to Aunty Protty’s stories. I don’t like Dad anymore”
Chris panicked and was at a loss.
Rebercaana cried even. Rebecca’s heart was aching, and she was thinking about what to do.
“Let me try
Chris did not speak
This woman actually dared to openly steal his daughter from hind
Rebecca only coaxed the child with a few words, and Rebeccaana stopped crying.
Chris was finally forced to compromise and allowed Rebecca to enter the bedroom to tell Reberraana a hedtime story.
Rebecca was so excited begund words. She told the story more vividly, hoping that time could stop at this moment and no one would come in to
After the story was told, Rebeccaana hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Rebecca looked at the time and said, “Rebeccaana, it’s really tirue to
“Yeah” The linde girl nodded sensibly. “Til sleep obediently. Can you wait for me to fall asleep before leaving?“.
Ten mamates later, the Intle girl fell asleep, her eyebrows curling up in a sound sleep.
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Chapter 50
Looking at her daughter’s cute sleeping appearance, Hebreed’s heart was filed with mited feelings. In additium us feelin
Her daughter was four years old, and it was the first time that the, a mother, had cased her to sleep, Self blame and sadness welled up in her heat She couldn’t help but lover her head and gently kissed the child’s forehead.
“Reberca, mother loves you, and mother is sorry for you.”
Rebecca rebctainly walked out of the room. When she went downstairs, she found Chris sitting alone at the bar drinking, looking very depressed.
She carefully tried not to make a sound. She was just about to reach door going outside when suddenly, a low and hoarge voice came from beland, “Reberca, stop.”
Reberra’s heart sank, and she suddenly became nervou
“What is it about you? can’t you hear me?” Chris had always been impatient with Hebrera.
Rebecca sighed helplessly and reluctantly turned around.
“Rebeccaana is already asleep. What else can I do for you, Mr. Evans?”
“Go to the kitchen and cook me some moodles,
Rebecca thought that she had heard it wrong, and her face was filled with shock. Chris had never eaten anything she made, but he just said…
-What
are you doing? If I still see your face for the next 15 minutes, have someone throw you out of the mansion” Chris threatened.
“I do it right away.” Rebecca said as she walked into the kitchen.
Being kicked out of the mansion meant that she would not be able to see Rebeccaana. Compared to that, deathis even better.
In less than fifteen minutes, a bowl of steaming hot soup was brought to Chris
He looked at Rebecca with disdain, “What the hell did you make?”
Rebecca said calmly, “It was noodles cooked in chicken broth.”
Chris frowned, “I don’t like to drink chicken soup, so pour it out and make me something again
Rebecca felt that he was lightly drunk, so she couldn’t help but complain, “Mr. Evans, you can eat the noodles without the soup.”
Chris looked at her with sharp eyes. “Are you teaching me how to do things?”
“I didn’t mean to say that.”
Chris did not listen and ordered her, “Don’t talk nonsense, go to the kitchen and make it again. Pwant to eat seafood noodles”
Rebecca granted her teeth angrily. Chris was such a hard bastard to serve.
After she flatbed complaining, he gritted his teeth and walked into the kitchen to start making seafood noodles for him.
Ten minutes later, Rebecca walked out of the kitchen carrying the tray, but Chris was nowhere to be seen.
Just as she was wondering her phone suddenly rang
“You can leave Chris’s cold and indifferent voicekame from the phone.
Rebecca said calmly, The seafood noodles are ready.
Chris was silent for a while, then hung up the phone without saying anything.
Reberra realized that she might have been tricked Chris did not plan to eat noodles at all, but wanted to torture her in another way.
“Chris, you’re an asshole.” She couldn’t help but scolded, turned around, and left the main building angrily.
At that moment, Chris came out of the dark, his steps lazily, and he held the wine bottle in his hand.
Chapter 50
He looked at the seafoodnodie the table in a trance. He didn’t know what to think. A range look fashed across his old ayt
For seven consentive days, Rebecca told Reberrans bedtime stories every day, and their relationship berami sere intimutte. No matter love she was, she was willing in do anything to bend with her child.
Trom the beginning, Chris resisted and was forced in compromise. Now, he has hardly expressed any opinion. It was facit agreement.
There was no way. As long as he said anything, Rebecranna would cry in grievance and anders. He really had no choice but to agree.
At noon that day. Rebeccaann was eating lunch, and Rebecca was taking care of her. The two of them were very happy to that.
Meanwhile, Chris, who was sitting opposite them, looked a little lonely. No one spoke to him for the whole time.
He felt explicably annoyed.
Suddenly, he patted the table and said with a gloomy face, “I don’t eat, I don’t sleep”
As soon as he finished speaking, the butler walked in and stood respectfully behind Chris.
“Young Master, Miss Williams from New York City is here.”
