Henry looked at Monique’s face that turned red like a monkey’s butt. He stared at her big crystal clear eyes. He could not conceal a snort of laughter.
It was too fun.
“How lovely, Angel.” Henry smiled happily. As he saw Angel’s little lovely face, he could not help but reach out his long and fair hand and pinched her chubby face.
Who was the biological parent! Monique rolled her eyes. ‘I am her biological mother.’
She speechlessly took a bite of the meat, taking the meat as that bastard and bit it into dregs.
“Mommy, it's the seat where we sat downstairs last time.” Angel pointed to the table downstairs and said as she was almost finished with her meal.
“Yes.” Monique glanced downstairs and responded gently.
It was like a dream. She could remember the distress when they were here ordering their meal last time. It was at that table downstairs. They could clearly see where they sat the previous time from where they were.
“Are you the one who ordered a whole table of snacks for us?” Monique asked irresistibly.
“Yes, do you know any other ridiculously rich man?” Henry sneered. His smile looked so nice.
Monique rolled her eyes. ‘It turns out that you do know you are a ridiculously rich man!’
However, she was more curious about the reason he did so? “Why?” Monique asked curiously.
She did not know him at that time. Although he had taken a ride in her car, except asking for her name, he had never said another word with her.
She only thought this man was ridiculously handsome, not knowing he was a creepy bastard.
“I was happy to do so.” Henry raised his sharp brows slightly. There was no particular reason. Both the mother and daughter looked pitiful so he intuitively wished to protect them.
The corner of Monique’s eyes twitched. Her pretty lashes trembled. He was really a ridiculously rich man. Monique could not and did not wish to understand the world of the rich.
As she thought of herself nearly suffocating from his kiss, her face instantly turned red.
This man was threatening her again. She took the card from him but had no intention of using it.
They went to the parking lot after the meal. The salesgirl at the children’s wear shop was holding bags of clothes they bought earlier and was waiting by the car.
It was his arrangement. They bought too much that Monique could no longer carry them, not even the trunk could fit them all.
A few bags had to be placed at the front passenger’s seat. Angel sat at the back together with Henry.
Angel in turn liked that very much. She leaned against Henry’s arms, her double eyelid started to fight, seemingly tired.
Henry carefully held her in his arms. His tall and well built body was like a human wall, stiffened and he did not dare to move.
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