Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 69 – Daddy, Who Is Lalaine (Anj‘s POV) 

I was done cooking the lemon chicken and almost finishing with the salad when they entered the kitchen. I was just thinking of going to the girls to bathe them, but they were all done taking a bath and had changed into cute baby blue dresses. “How can I help?” Sky asked, going from one child to another, brushing and pulling their hair into a ponytail. “Hmm...” He murmured, looking at the result of his work, and shook his head. He peeked at what the girls were doing, and they were all busy playing Play–Doh clay. “Good job, Daddy!” I smiled, gazing at him as he stood beside me to check what else he could do for dinner. “Where did you learn to take care of small girls?” I asked, teasing him as I glanced at my girls. 

“When my mom left us with a little sister to take care of,” He picked up a sliced carrot and put it in his mouth. 

“How‘s the carrot?” I asked, changing the topic when I read the sadness in his eyes. Suddenly, I wanted to ask how Olivia was, but he would wonder why I got to know his little sister. 

“Mmm...” He muttered, standing behind me. 

I had to tilt my head to the side to look at him, and when he slid his arms to my waist and wrapped his arms around my body, I shivered, wanting to melt in him. 

“What?” I croaked that I had to clear my throat to speak again. “What‘s wrong with the 

carrot?” 

“Nothing,” He smiled as he rested his head on my shoulder. “I‘m just wondering.” I put down the two wooden spoons I used to mix the vegetables and turned around, facing Sky. I raised my hands, making sure he was looking at me as I bit the edge of the transparent disposable glove in my hand while taking it off my hands. 

chuckled, parting his lips.

the washing machine, and umm... I took out your clothes inside... and “He hissed, closing his eyes and licking his lips as his eyes told me he was on fire. He moved his head closer to my ears and whispered, “Are you wearing –” “No,” I pushed him gently and walked past him. “I‘m not.” I turned to my children. “Come on, wash your hands; let‘s have an early dinner.” They placed the clay back in the cup and ran to the sink, still chatting about their plan of what to do with the clay. Sky followed me to the dining room with the platter of lemon chicken while I brought the vegetable salad. I set the table quietly, and again, he helped me place plates and cutleries, but I would catch him stealing glances at me from time to time. “Say it, sky. What do you want to say?” I asked, not smiling at him, nervously arranging the spoons and fork beside the plates. He shook his head, wickedly

gave him a sullen look. “Either you behave, Mr.

tonight,” I emphasized the word tonight so he would

home tonight, Mommy? I

to say grace tonight?”

Helene said

after a minute, Sky opened his eyes and looked at me, suppressing a

my head, looking

and Dylan joined us, curious as to what was taking me long just to put

only stopped when I gripped the knife I used to cut the chicken meat. “So, what are you going to do next week?” He asked, starting a conversation with my children when he finally

to the amusement park, and he‘s bringing Mom

Sky uttered and raised his eyebrows as he

“I think Uncle Dylan wants to date

because you never visit us,” Selene pouted, sighing as she shared with us her thoughts.