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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are caused 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

handsome noble face. Alistair seemed distant yet somehow affectionate, exuding both tenderness and sweetness. If this were recorded

family, so no need for thanks. I've said I'll treat

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

girls at her age

a child for free, in reality, if

actively help him already set her apart from many

wonder Mr. Hayes treats her so differently. Michael

an hour later, Sunny finished the pasta and

Alistair instinctively stepped forward to take the plate and headed to the kitchen to

and stepped forward. "Mr.

stay with me in Riverdale for now, Go back

shirt and picked up a bear-patterned dishcloth, washing the

the kitchen floor too. Audrey sat cross-legged on the sofa, peeling an orange leisurely as she

snap opera

it," Alistair responded

Michael was m

"Mr. Hayes' family status seems a

her. Her simile faltered slightly as she offered him a pier "Want to share? Michael