The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold) novel Chapter 602

Chapter 602

Megan nearly choked on his words and silently cursed in annoyance. "You don't know anything, okay? I'm pregnant, and I need my rest"

Skyler stuck out his tongue at her in a playful grimace. "You can't even make a decent grilled cheese sandwich, let alone a proper roast beef, or even bake some simple cupcakes. You're hopeless. I would be doomed if I had a wife as clueless as you!"

On hearing it, Megan was livid, replying, "We've got maids and a chef. Why would I need to cook?"

Skyler pouted. “That's not the same thing. Mom always cooks Dad's favorite meals at home, which adds a personal touch. That's why you're boring, you know."

"Ah, the boring wife! William interrupted, nodding in mock disappointment.

Feeling a rage boiling within, Megan took deep breaths, forcing herself not to stoop to the level of these imbeciles and brats.

Melissa was still snoring away in her tent, a lost cause when it came to early rises or any form of help these days.

The bodyquard had the campfire going, and Aurelia had started on breakfast with Leopold at her side, playing the ever-dutiful sous chef. It was like a scene from a happily-ever-after tale.

Megan's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. She hurriedly dodged William and Skyler, trying to wedge herself between the culinary couple, only to accidentally burn her hand on the campfire, letting out a yelp of pain.

Leopold gave her an exasperated look. “What are you doing? Don't cause a scene!"

Megan's sense of injustice peaked. She had to reclaim her name. She couldn't let Aurelia, the ex-wife, usurp her place.

"Honey, my hand hurts. It's blistering."

“Then go put some ointment on it, and don't disturb our breakfast-making. You don't even know how to cook; Leopold said coldly.

Biting her lip, Megan was the picture of misery.

Aurelia flipped the bacon leisurely, pretending to be oblivious to the drama unfolding.

She had no interest in getting tangled up in a jealousy-fueled catfight.

Aurelia scoffed silently. A throne secured through deceit was always precarious and lacking in legitimacy.

William teased Megan, "Megan, are you spying on Uncle Leopold?"

She shot him a contemptuous glance. These little brats never had a kind word to say.

“I'm not spying. It's the devoted gaze of a wife toward her husband; she declared.

William shook his head with a sigh. "That ‘devoted gaze' of yours is pretty terrifying, scaring me half to death."

"I'm scared, too, like... like a banshee or something,’ Skyler added, shrinking back a bit.

Megan inhaled sharply. Those two rats were nothing but Aurelia's little henchmen and were there to undermine her at every turn. Aurelia, that conniving witch, relying on her two offspring, thought she could turn her fortunes around. But Megan would not allow it.

Her fate might be intertwined with Aurelia's, but she held the reins. There was no way she would let Aurelia ascend once more to the esteemed position of Mrs. Stirling of the Stirling family.