Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Chapter 114 SingleGuyOne

According to the agreement, Matthew and Tiana were not allowed to reveal their fake marriage to anyone else, so they had to abide by the regulation.

Therefore, Matthew was not able to explain his circumstances to Elizabeth directly. He could only hope that she would have faith in him.

Elizabeth glanced at him. “Your grandpa is very fond of Tiana, am I right?”

She had heard him mention it was his grandfather’s wish for him to marry Tiana.

Matthew hummed in reply. He could not fathom his grandfather’s insistence as well because their families had seldom interacted.

The only possibility he could think of was that his grandfather was close with a member of the older generation from the Wade family.

The two of them stayed quiet for the rest of the journey back to Jupiter Mansion.

Upon arriving home, Elizabeth went into the kitchen to prepare some mulled wine while Matthew went upstairs to take a bath. A while later, he returned downstairs after changing into his sleeping robe.

He sat on the couch and switched on the television, but he was not paying attention to the show.

Instead, Matthew constantly stole glances in the kitchen’s direction. After some time, he stood up and headed into the kitchen.

Elizabeth was making mulled wine on the counter. The drink was beneficial for general health.

not know how to cook in the past, but she

to Matthew for offering her such a wonderful job. She could now afford to raise her children without working four to five jobs.

she even had the time to attend a birthday party, other

many years since she had the

had been so busy surviving that she did not have the

and hugged her around the waist

rested his head on her

to flee,

me how to make

was merely a pretense for him

holding her in his arms while she prepared the mulled wine for

of me, Mr. Hilton. I cannot stir the drink properly with you like

the mulled wine did not require any stirring. She was merely looking for a reason for him

upon hearing her trembling voice. Letting go of her, he

next to her and gazed into her eyes,

the stove to a lower temperature before

it. You may not know this, Mr. Hilton, but I despise mistresses, so I don’t wish for myself to turn into the kind of person I hate the

agony her mother had experienced in the

all, she was a human, unlike Tiana and Celine, whose