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!”

mortified, convinced that his mother no longer loved

your mum,” Isaac intervened, his voice filled

I want to be just like you, Dad. I

more failed attempts, Daniel finally succeeded in making a pie that

presented his pie to Brittany like a precious gem,

praised his effort, “You did a

turned bright red as he stuttered, “I… I will make pies for you every day,

pinched his nose, leaving a smear of white flour on it.

they realized that the other groups

a bit disheartened, thinking he was the one who

to his level and comforted him, “Honey, you did really well. You’ve never made pies before, but I know you’ll get

His gaze was

night, they had pies for

picked out the pies he made himself, devouring them with an enthusiasm that left his face smeared with oil. Brittany had to stop

as good as they had five years before, and Brittany had

dinner, Emily took Daniel

Brittany. “Did you enjoy

“Yes.”