My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 222

Eliza learned how to cook from Graciana the whole day. Although the progress was slow, in the evening, she was able to fry well colored and shaped eggs. After taking care of the three little fellows’ meals, Eliza hurriedly ran towards the kitchen. Graciana was washing the dishes while looking at Eliza who was busy cooking. “Didn’t Mr. Valentine say that he’s not sure when he’ll be back tonight?” “Why do you have to fry eggs for him?” Eliza carefully flipped through the eggs in the pan while saying with a steady tone, “I want him to see my improvement.” Beau didn’t have breakfast today. He was busy all day with the Chapman family’s business. As the daughter of the Chapman family, she could do too little for him. Now that he hoped that she could cook again, she would show him what she had learned every day! Thinking of this, Eliza took a deep breath and continued to struggle with the eggs in the pot. Graciana glanced at her helplessly and shook her head silently. “Sometimes, I really feel that you didn’t lose your memory.” “Logically speaking, you’ve lost your memory and forgotten that you have a relationship with Beau. Then you should be like a stranger to him.” “Why do I feel that.. you like him more than before?” Eliza paused and scratched her head in embarrassment. “I… “I didn’t say I like him.” Graciana rolled her eyes at her. “The words ‘I like Beau’ are almost engraved on your forehead!” D “You did not say that you like him, but we are all adults. Everyone can see it.” After that, as if she thought of something, she twitched her mouth helplessly and said, “Even the three minors can see it.” “At dinner, Demarion was still showing off to me. He said that you loved his daddy most even if you lost your memory.” Eliza’s hand, which was frying eggs, slightly paused, and her face turned red. “Is… that so?” In fact, she did not know whether she liked Beau or not. But he said that she used to fall in love with him at first sight. He was her husband. So she should treat him like this, to not make him worry, to let him feel the tenderness of his wife… Although she hated him for leaving her in the fire before this.

But…

be ruthless to him. She even felt sorry for him. Eliza looked down and continued to fry the eggs in the pan. Graciana took a looked at her deeply and put the washed bowls and chopsticks in the sterile cabinet. “Co back to sleep after the eggs are fried.

was in a meeting? What if he was busy? Would it affect his work if she sent him a message to urge him to come back at this time? Would he think that she was ignorant? She held her mobile phone and hesitated for a long time, but she still did not send him any message. At ll pm. When Braint went downstairs to get some water to drink, he saw Eliza lying on the dining table with a delicious fried egg in the heart-shaped plate in front of her. 1 His heart stagnated slightly. After pouring water from the kitchen, he placed the water on the dining table and went to the sofa to fetch a thin blanket for Eliza. He then carefully took a picture of her and sent it to Beau. At this time, the meeting room in Sahil Group was full of people. Five years. Since the birth of the Braint and Demarion, Beau had never been to Sage City again. The person in charge of the Sahil Group had not seen the big boss for five years. This time, Beau’s appearance made the Sahil Group feel like it was the new year. All the president and bosses of different branches gathered together. The company meeting had lasted for nearly ten hours. Sitting in the main position, Beau listened to the branch president’s reporting while frowning tightly. The only sound in the meeting room was the voice of the reporting person. Suddenly, a text message rang. Beau frowned and looked at his phone. It was a picture sent to him by Braint. He was a little surprised. Why would Braint send him a picture on his own? After all, Braint was not like dDemarion. He was originally a little autistic. Only after Eliza appearance did his autism lessen a bit. However, he still didn’t like to talk,

which made her look beautiful but a little lonely. On the dining table in front of her, there was a heart-shaped plate with a delicious fried egg in it. He frowned and sent a message to Braint. “Waiting for me?” “Who will she wait for except you?” Braint replied to his message, “Mr. Beau, I hope you can care about the woman who’s been waiting for at home when you’re busy.” Beau’s heart skipped