The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2206 Maisie picked up the fruits and walked over. “What are you looking 

at?” 

Nolan looked up and put down his phone. “What happened at the East Islands has finally come to an end.” 

Maisie placed the plate down on the desk and smiled. “I guess the children are all safe now.” She picked up a slice of orange and handed it to him. 

Nolan closed his magazine, ate the orange slice, and then pulled her into his arms. “The orange is sweeter when you give it to me.” 

Maisie picked up a cherry. “If our sons were as good at sweet talking as you, I‘d be a lot less worried.” Nolan smiled. “They‘re going through a phase, and that‘s normal. Colton and Daisie grew up around us and weren‘t alone outside like Waylon, who‘s more mature. Colton isn‘t very good at expressing himself and is too straightforward. You know that.” Maisie rubbed her temples. “That‘s why I‘m worried.” She shouldn‘t get too involved in her children‘s relationships because they should be able to decide for themselves without too much interference from outsiders. The interference would only make things more complicated. 

Nolan hugged her. “Alright, when Waylon comes back, let them communicate.” 

Maisie nodded. “I guess that‘s the only way.” 

“By the way, Waylon got a new identity after going to the East Islands.” 

Maisie was surprised. “What is it?” 

Nolan chuckled. “Son–in–law of the Southerns.” 

Islands, at

the martial arts

stage, and Waylon stood there under the light in a white shirt, looking dapper. Even his face

stage and looked around. “Why did

be less humiliating after a

care about feeling

chuckled. “You do.” Cameron crossed her arms. “I won‘t lose.” “Really?” Waylon raised his brows. “I‘ll give it my all then.” Cameron moved her wrist around and squinted. “You said that. Don‘t blame me if I

smiled. “I

back and was in defensive mode. If someone wouldn‘t fight during a sparring session, it would be a ‘challenge‘ and would trigger the opponent

backward. She threw a punch, and he blocked it with his arm. Cameron‘s punches and kicks were quick and powerful,

he supported himself with his palm and bounced right back to avoid her

“Son–in–law of the Southerns.”

Islands, at 9:00 a.m... Cameron changed into men‘s clothing and walked toward

up the stage, and Waylon stood there under the light in a white shirt, looking dapper. Even his face looked

stage and looked around. “Why did you pick this time?”

be less humiliating

about

chuckled. “You

“Really?” Waylon raised his brows. “I‘ll give it my all then.” Cameron moved her wrist around and squinted. “You said that. Don‘t blame

smiled. “I won‘t.”