My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Chapter 147

The door quickly closed again. Audrey quietly moved to the door and heard the sounds of Sunny eating the pasta inside. She smiled slightly and whispered "He's eating"

Michael was momentarily stunned. In the past, when Sunny was unwell, he had always needed to be forced out by a psychologist. This was the first time Sumry had actively come out of his room.

Is Mrs. Hayes just lucky! Or is she truly better than a professional psychologist? Michae] wondered.

The three of them dit linger at the door for long and soon made their way to the living room.

Michel understood that Audrey and Alistair had things to discuss, so he didn't disturbi

b them and retreated to the kitchen to eat his pasta. The semi- open kitchen allowed him to hear their conversation outside.

Through the recent one-sided interaction, Audrey had gained a rough understanding of Sunny's condition

After taking a sip of water to clear her throat, Audrey softly spoke. "Sunny's situation is better than I expected. He can understand commands, which means he's

's not inherently autistic"

Upon hearing this. Alistairs joy was evident. "Audrey, do you have a way to help him?"

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careful companionship, and nurturing. I can't guarantee I can cure him, but I'm willing to try"

exuding both tenderness and sweetness. If this were recorded and posted online, countless girls

whispering, "We're family, so no need for thanks. I've said I'll treat Sunny

Michael had thought Audrey was too low in status to match Alistair. Now,

aside everything else, very few girls at her age could

becoming a pain-free mom and getting a child for

to overlook Sunny's condition and actively help him already set her apart from many

wonder Mr. Hayes treats her so differently. Michael

hour later, Sunny finished the pasta and quietly opened the

forward to take the plate and headed to the

his meal, stared wide-eyed and stepped forward. "Mr. Hayes, let me

need" Alistair replied casually. "You should just stay with

up the sleeves of his expensive shirt and picked up a bear-patterned

Audrey sat cross-legged on the sofa, peeling an orange leisurely

snap opera

Alistair

Michael was m

momentarily taken aback, thinking. "Mr. Hayes'

she looked up and caught Michael staring intently at her. Her simile faltered slightly as she offered him a pier "Want to share? Michael was at a loss