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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by environmental factors. It requires patient guidance, careful companionship, and nurturing. I can't guarantee I can cure him, but I'm willing to try" "Thank you" Alistair looked at her with deep seriousness, his

distant yet somehow affectionate, exuding both tenderness and sweetness. If this were recorded and posted online, countless girls would

guze, whispering, "We're family, so no need for thanks. I've

to match Alistair. Now, however, Michael

at her age could accept becoming a

full of chatter about becoming a pain-free mom and getting a child for free, in reality, if such a situation fell upon oneself, it

to overlook Sunny's condition and actively help him

Mr. Hayes treats her so

hour later, Sunny finished the pasta and quietly opened the door to

Audrey could respond, Alistair instinctively stepped forward to take

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

replied casually. "You should just stay with me in

sleeves of his expensive shirt and picked up a bear-patterned dishcloth, washing the plate

floor too. Audrey sat cross-legged on the sofa, peeling an orange

snap opera

it," Alistair responded

Michael was m

momentarily taken aback, thinking. "Mr. Hayes' family status seems a

faltered slightly as she offered him a pier "Want to share? Michael was at a loss for words as he thought to himself, 'No, I