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

watch me and your mum,” Isaac intervened, his voice filled with amusement.

not to be outdone. “No, I want to be just like you, Dad. I

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

like a precious gem, “Mum,

effort, “You did a great

as he stuttered, “I… I

his nose, leaving a smear of white flour on it. It made him

made, they realized that the other groups

bit disheartened, thinking he was the one who

down to his level and comforted him, “Honey, you did really well. You’ve

looked into Brittany’s eyes. His gaze was resolute.

they had pies

the pies he made himself, devouring them with an enthusiasm that left his face smeared with oil. Brittany had to stop him from eating more, worried

pies tasted just as good as they had five years before, and Brittany had two plates before she was

Emily took Daniel

Brittany. “Did

“Yes.”