Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 615

Chapter 615 Doll Liam Up

“All right. We'll talk to her when she wakes up.”

After agreeing on their plan, the brothers entered the bedroom.

Camille and Lucy were wiping their mother down and tucking her in.

They also saw Lucas quietly panting on the couch and surmised that he was tired from carrying her up the stairs.

The boys arrived by the bed and gazed at their unconscious mother, whose cheeks were ruddy and flushed.

Lucy thought the boys were sweet and attentive. She envied Gwendolyn for having such understanding and lovely sons.

“Don't worry. She's only drunk, and she'll be fine after sleeping it off.”

Young children like them may not understand intoxication.

Camille made sure Gwendolyn was tucked nicely under the sheets. “Thank you, Luce and Mr. Gomez.”

Camille had never seen Gwendolyn this drunk. She seemed to understand something.

Gwen must be so sad. She then hugged the boys.

“Let's go. It's time for dinner.”

As she walked toward the door, Camille turned to face Lucy.

“You and Mr. Gomez haven't had your dinner, have you? Let me whip up a little extra food. You can come downstairs in ten minutes.”

Lucy had been craving Camille's cooking for a long time. She beamed at that.

“We haven't, and we would like very much to stay for dinner.”

Camille led the boys away. Lucy glanced at Gwendolyn lying in bed.

“Let's go, Mr. Gomez.”

pulled

She

“Stop messing around.”

he refused to relinquish his grip. Even

wouldn't want to

planned to take her to a nice restaurant and spend some alone time with her after

was not as strong as him. Furthermore, his arms and body seemed to

myself

had learned not to

divine. It's too bad they only cook whenever the mood strikes them. You don't

was astonished. “The two five-year-old boys

was doubtful. As precocious as they are, surely they can't cook? The

raised her brows. “They're no ordinary children. I

that you mentioned it, I am

chatter. Liam was still there, but he looked worse for

two small sections

“Lat's go, Mr. Gomaz.”

and pullad har

jumpad. Sha glarad

“Stop massing around.”

to ralinquish his grip. Evan worsa,

wouldn't want to hava

a nica rastaurant and spand soma alona tima with har aftar

as strong as him. Furtharmora,

hurt mysalf if I

had laarnad not to go

is divina. It's too bad thay only cook whanavar tha mood strikas tham. You don't gat to hava it whanavar you

two fiva-yaar-old boys

suraly thay can't cook? Tha kitchan is a

brows. “Thay'ra no ordinary childran. I supposa you

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