The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 688

Daniel’s eyes lit up in surprise as he asked, “Dad, you can make pies?”

Isaac’s pies looked even better than those made by the chefs on TV!

Isaac chand and replied, “I can do anything!”

Daniel, with flour dusting his small face, watched Isaac making pies. His wide eyes filled with awe and admiration.

His mother, Brittany, found the sight of her flour-covered son watching his father increasingly adorable. After rolling out the dough, she lifted Daniel onto a chair.

“Come on, let me show you.”

Brittany took a piece of the dough and began to teach Daniel how to shape pie crusts.

Daniel tried his best to follow her instructions, but his first few attempts were less than successful. His small face scrunched up in frustration as the filling kept spilling out of his pie crusts.

Brittany couldn’t help but laugh at his chubby, misshapen pies.

“Mum, you’re laughing at me!”

convinced that his mother no longer

your mum,” Isaac intervened, his voice filled

not to be outdone. “No, I want to be just like you, Dad. I want to make the pies quickly and

more failed attempts, Daniel finally succeeded in making a pie that didn’t spill its

his pie to Brittany like a precious gem, “Mum, look at

“You did a great job.”

he stuttered, “I… I will make

white flour on

realized that the other groups had made more and won

disheartened, thinking he was the one

down to his level and comforted him, “Honey, you did really well. You’ve never made pies

gaze was resolute. “I

night, they had

out the pies he made himself, devouring them with an enthusiasm that left his face smeared with oil.

had five years before, and Brittany had two plates before she was satisfied.

took Daniel away.

Brittany. “Did you enjoy the pies?”

“Yes.”