Happy Mommy Happy Daddy

Chapter 11 What Rights Do You Have 

After leaving the set, Alora walked to the nearby fresh food market She did not forget to make dinner for Steve and James at night. “Sir, Madam went to buy groceries.” The black Bentley stopped, Mathias looked at the man in the back seat “Should we continue waiting, or..” Samir put down his phone, lowered the car window, and looked at Alora’s back

Along the way, he had already managed to find out the relationship between her and the two people. Boyfriend and best friend. They betrayed her and even showed off in front of her.

He thought that she would break down in tears just now because she had been heartbroken and wasted that night.

But… He watched the woman walk briskly, humming a song as she walked towards the fresh market. His eyebrows slightly knitted. After Alora bought ingredients for the two babies at the fresh market, she passed by the stall selling fish. She remembered that she had asked the housekeeper what Samir liked to eat before. The housekeeper said that he liked to eat fish. In fact, Alora had never made fish before because Truett was afraid of fish. He was so afraid that he would not even dare to touch the fish that she had made. Therefore, Alora instinctively resisted fish.

But Samir liked it.

She seriously chose a fresh fat fish and let the butcher kill it. After buying the food, the woman carried two big bags full of food out of the market. Just as she went out, she was dragged into a small alley by Truett’s assistant “You really are here.” Truett leaned against the car door and looked at Alora indifferently. “Let me send you home.” Alora glanced at the car behind him and smiled faintly. “No need.” “My husband and I live in the villa area in the west of the city. A shabby car like yours can’t get in.” “Since you know that I married Mr. Rowan, you should know that you will never be able to catch up with Mr. Rowan’s wealth in this life.” Truett’s face suddenly became ugly. He stared at Alora, “So, you married Mr. Rowan because you want to cling to rich people?” Alora smiled

“Yes.”

in a bad mood just now. If I hurt you in any way, I apologize to you.” “Since you don’t want me to send you back, I’ll make the long story short with you.” The man sighed, “Celia cried very sadly with me just now. She kindly offered three times the price to make you her substitute, but you made mistakes on set time and time again, delaying the filming progress, causing the chief director to have a problem with her.” Alora sneered. Why did the chief director have a problem with Celia? Wasn’t she the one who kept asking her to take

we are truly

blame

child. That’s why I went to Celia’s bed five years ago when you

Alora was stunned.

before she finally gave birth to the dead fetus in her

she woke up was to worry that something might happen to her child. If her patron didn’t pay, she wouldn’t

died in the operating room for him! “So you and Celia hooked up five years ago.” She sneered and said in a sad voice. “Don’t make it sound so

you disliked me. You were together with Celia!” She bit her lips tightly, “Took my money to clean up your scandals, enjoyed the glory I brought for you, and now you despise me? Truett, what right do you have!” “You gave birth to someone else’s child, and you still shamelessly stayed with me. So what if I used some money?” Truett covered his face with his hand, and

fish leaned into Truett’s embrace. “Alora!” the man screamed miserably. “You’re crazy!” “Assistant! Take this fish away!” The woman carried the ingredients and strode out of the alley. She took a taxi and left. “Alora, I won’t forgive you…” Behind her, the man’s voice faded farther and farther away. Leaning against the back seat of the taxi, Alora covered her eyes with her hands. However, tears still slipped through her fingers. She was the biggest fool in the world! She had been fooled by Truett and Celia for five good years! There was a traffic jam in the evening. By the time the taxi stopped in front of the Rowan family’s villa, Alora had

her mood and got out

the flower corridor at the entrance of the villa, Samir was on the phone. The man’s extremely long legs were wrapped in white trousers. He was leaning against the porch, smoking a cigarette while talking to the person on the other side of the line. The light of the setting sun and the lingering smoke made his whole figure more slender and tall, and the outline of his body was even

Alora’s heart tremble. Carrying the ingredients, she walked over. She knew that he was busy, so she deliberately walked on the other side of the veranda. When she reached his side, he hung up the phone and raised his hand to stop her. “What’s in your hand?” the man looked at her indifferently. “The

“Where is it?”