Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 234

"Son." Arthur took the initiative, his eyes bright and soft.

"Daddy."

Chris also called out politely.

"Are you hungry?"

"Well, sort of."

Little Chris touched his round belly and smiled.

In fact, he is not very hungry, but Mommy must have been, because his Mommy only ate a steamed bun early in the morning and left all the delicious food for him.

"Let's go, I'll fry the steak for you." Arthur grabbed Chris' little hand from Sylvia's hand and held it before leaving.

Chris stood still.

"Daddy, can you be nicer to Mommy? Mommy has a hard time raising us."

Arthur snatched Chris' little one from Sylvia's hand. When Arthur held his hand, Christopher clearly saw his indifference to his mother and was very unhappy.

Is it very hard!

Arthur couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his lips. Of course it was hard for her to raise two children, but that hard work was not all for raising children for him. She should find other men to pity her.

However, for the sake of his son, he still said: "There is everything in the refrigerator. If you want to eat, make it yourself."

Sylvia twitched the corners of her lips and said nothing, but still followed.

Mainly for the sake of her son, she was worried that Christopher wouldn't be used to Arthur's cooking. After all, in those years, he had never touched the kitchen, and it was hard to believe that he could cook delicious meals.

Arthur took Chris to the kitchen and opened the freezer. There were various types of steaks, large and small. After he let Chris choose, he started to fry the steaks and stir-fry the Italian noodles.

Not to mention, the steak he fried was tender on the inside and charred on the outside, which looked very tempting. The fried noodles were full of color and seems flavorful. Christ is savoring the tasty food.

Seeing her son eating deliciously, she felt a little relieved and ordered herself a bowl of noodles.

After dinner, Chris was dragged to play by Hendrick. Arthur took Sylvia's arm and dragged her into the study. "Follow me."

Sylvia shook off her hand, pulled down the clothes on her arm, and spoke angrily. "Mr. Bridgewater, please say it directly if you have anything to say, and don't make nonsense."

"When did you get pregnant?"

"Mr. Bridgewater, don't you know when I got pregnant?" Thinking of his brutality and plunder that night, she bit her lip in hatred.

The corners of Arthur's lips curled up slightly: "I can’t remember anything, it's very boring."

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then understood, blushed, picked up the book on the table and threw it at him:

"You are shameless."

This man is so shameless!

Arthur crossed his legs, stretched out his fingers, and easily took the thrown book, holding it in his hand and turning it over, with an imperceptible tenderness on his lips.

In fact, the memory left for him that night was very beautiful.

Suddenly, he put down the book, leaned forward, and stared at her with cold eyes. "Sylvia, did you put something in my wine that night?"

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.