Chapter 3

Eliza was busy preparing a plate of Japanese-style omelet rice in the kitchen. After spending more than 20 minutes in the kitchen, dinner was served. Aside from the omelet rice, she also prepared some delicious cheese croquettes. “Braint, dinner is ready!”

Braint glanced at the time. There were still fifteen minutes left before 8 o’clock.

He jumped off the sofa and walked towards the kitchen slowly. Then, he sat down in the kitchen.

On the second floor, Demarion wiped off the saliva on the corner of his lips. He snorted. “I’m sure the food doesn’t taste good, though it does smell nice.”

“It’s delicious.”

Braint praised Eliza the moment he put the food inside his mouth. It was as if he had heard Demarion’s comments from upstairs.

Eliza smiled, “Really? I can prepare more delicacies for you in the future.”

Something struck her mind as she asked, “Braint, why are you here so late at night? Where are your parents?”

“Are you Mr. Valentine’s guest?”

Based on the rumors flying around, she was sure that Mr. Valentine didn’t have children of his own.

Braint frowned and nodded, “Yes, sort of.”

“Just as I expected.”

Eliza nodded. “Even though he doesn’t have good looks, I’m sure he has a kind heart.”

Well, considering that Mr. Valentine had a child playing around in his house, Eliza felt that he wasn’t as crazy as she thought he would be.

“He’s not ugly.”

Braint took a mouthful of rice and reminded her again in a low voice.

On the second floor, Beau squinted at Demarion, who was drooling profusely. It seemed like he was comparing the differences between his two children.

Braint was trying his best to protect Beau’s reputation. On the other hand, Demarion was trying to make the whole world think that his father was an ugly monster.

Demarion pouted as he said unhappily, “I don’t want a stranger to be my mother.”

Beau frowned slightly as he turned to leave.

As Braint finished his meal downstairs, it was already 8:10 at night.

He did enjoy his meal to the fullest.

Braint used a small plate to put the remaining cheese croquettes on it, preparing to take them upstairs. “You should rest early.”

When he reached the final flight of stairs, he turned around and looked at Eliza, who was standing rooted to the ground. “Don’t worry.”

“I will protect you from now on.”

Although Braint was a young child with a small figure, he exuded a charismatic aura. He didn’t sound or look like a typical 5-year-old at all.

stunned

figure from behind, she

environment, she wasn’t desperate enough to

was done, she couldn’t bring herself to sleep in the

on the couch, using her jacket to cover up

In the children’s room.

plate of delicious cheese croquettes

his back and faced the wall. “I

“Oh, okay.”

plate and put it at the desk beside

Demarion was speechless.

women away with me? You told me you didn’t want a

betray my

and glanced at Demarion’s back. “She’s really good at

care! She’s not

fingers unhappily. “I only want my

opposite bed, Braint sighed. He looked at the

lot more mature than Demarion. He knew that their mother was

be single for the rest of his

was not

not

“Mummy is definitely still alive! She’s

eyes and

quiet down, with the tantalizing scent of the cheese croquettes wafting in the

to Braint’s bedside. Then, he grabbed the

up with joy when the

It was really delicious!

times better than the food cooked by

“Take the plate downstairs.”

a childish voice echoed from Braint’s bed, “Also, I

her, so she’s

Demarion was speechless again.

lips turned down. “Braint,

was indifferent to most of Demarion’s pranks. But now, why was he

really because she was good at

was preoccupied with his thoughts, he took

It was really delicious.

croquettes,

he was walking down the stairs, he could spot Eliza sleeping on the sofa

was still shivering from head

towards her and stared at

she’s good at cooking too,” Demarion

she’s my biological

was sleeping, she could feel someone staring at

and saw the child from before standing in front of

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