Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

Chapter 1873 Even Amy was not confident she could get the BestActress award in three years. Daisie shrugged and said, "I've already made up my mind." After that, she looked at Hannah and said, "So what do you think? Are you up for the challenge or not?" Hannah did not know what to say.

Daisie knew who he was, and she sent a private message to him. [Nolly?) The person did not reply to her instantly. Then, she received a text message from Noilace. [How did you know it’s me?] Daisie threw herself on the bed and replied: [Of course, I know it's you.) Nollace replied: (So is this a yes or a no?] Daisie chuckled and replied: (Well, it depends on your sincerity.) Noilace replied: (Okay.) Daisie giggled while holding her phone as she typed: (I miss you very much.] Initially, she did not plan on sending it, but her finger slipped and accidentally touched the Send button. She was stunned and tapped the screen several times in an attempt to delete the message. However, Nollace saw the message and replied: (I saw it.] Daisie was so embarrassed that she buried her face in the pillow. "Ahhh! This is so embarrassing! What the hell am I thinking? How could I send something like that to him?" One minute later, Noilace's message came. [I miss you every moment of every day.) This was the last message Noilace sent Daisie before he went to bed. He fixed his gaze on his phone's screensaver and stroked Daisie's cheek. The corner of his lips curled upward as he said, "Wait for me, Daisie." He just needed another three years. Once he had taken care of everything here, he would go there to see her. Meanwhile, on the other side.... The light in the living room was brightly lit. Freyja was guzzling down a bottle of red wine at the side of the couch while calling her phone with the house phone. Soon, Colton's deep and husky voice could be heard from the other side of the line. "Yes?" Resting on the couch, Freyja shook the bottle of wine in her hand. With a little dutch courage, she shouted," Colton, you b*stard! Give me back my phone!" Colton chuckled. "Are you scolding me now, Freyja?" "Give me back my phone!" Freyja continued to shout. Her voice was so sharp it nearly pierced through Colton's eardrum. He clicked his tongue and pulled his phone away from him. "Why are you shouting at me in the middle of the night?" "How could you kiss me and take away my phone? You b* stard!" Freyja tried to cry, but no tears could form in her eyes. Colton fell silent for a moment before asking, “Have you been drinking?" "Yes!" she replied. "Give me back my phone!" He snorted and asked, "When you're drunk, all you can think about is your phone?" Freyja twirled her finger around the telephone wire and pressed on. "Are you giving it back or not!?" Colton replied, "What if I don't want to?" "My phone is very important to me. It's as