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?"

me back, "What about you,

to him every

some pastries we both loved. Upon getting back home, we would sit on the sofa and watch cartoons while eating the scrumptious pastries that

would occasionally dream of Cecilia when she was just a child, coming to me with a pile

and insert toothpicks into each piece, then sit in the courtyard eating and laughing. She would

and touched

work. At 4.30 p.m., I finished the work at hand and got ready to

and asked with a smile, "Are you going to pick Munchkin

was less than 40 years old was tall and good-looking. I nodded. "Do you want me to pick

shook his head, asking with his brows raised, "What I'm trying to say is

job as a waitress, he had curiously asked me, "Why did you come here to apply for a job a s a waitress when you graduated from a

no distinction between noble and lowly

smiled. "You’re not

out

there were some days when h e did not have the time to pick his