The Woman From Hell

Chapter 633

At five in the evening, I went to pick Munchkin up on time and brought him to the restaurant. I told him to g o sit at the front desk and do his homework.

When the customers at the table left, I finished cleaning the table and went to the front desk to check on Munchkin. He was playing rock paper scissors with the cashier lady at the front desk.

Seeing that he was constantly losing, I said to the cashier lady with a smile, "Definitely don’t go easy on him. Don't let him think that he should have his way just because he's young."

Munchkin was upset and said while pouting his mouth, "You're too strict, Mommy."

I could not help but laugh.

Life here might not be as prosperous and luxurious as compared to Whaldorf City, but the peace we had was utterly precious.

Munchkin was a very sensible child. For example, he would often ask me, "Mommy, do I have a daddy?"

I would return the question instead, "Do you want a daddy?"

ask me back, "What about

reply to him every time, nor

both loved. Upon getting back home, we would sit on

dream of Cecilia when she was just a child,

the apples into cubes and insert toothpicks into each piece, then sit in the courtyard eating and laughing. She would always say that she would find a handsome prince charming in the

and touched my face, which was

was another day at work. At 4.30 p.m., I finished the work at hand

asked with a smile, "Are

than 40 years old was tall and good-looking. I nodded. "Do

asking with his brows raised, "What I'm trying to

came over to apply for a job as a waitress, he had curiously asked

noble and lowly professions. Besides, you pay a very

"You’re not much o f a dreamer,

and after finding out that

not have the time to pick his child up from school. Hence, he would occasionally ask for my help t o pick Pumpkin