Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 392

It Belongs to a Client He would have needed to prepare a few simple dishes or some fried eggs. After punching the code on the keypad to open the door, Silas entered and made his way straight to the kitchen as usual. However, today, he noticed a familiar figure in the kitchen and looked pleasantly surprised. Is this woman preparing breakfast? 

He increased his pace to walk toward the kitchen. 

It was most probably due to the humming of the cooker hood that she did not realize him walking toward her. 

When Silas took a good look of Camila, he was about to burst in laughter for the weirdest reason because she was in full gear-she had her glasses and her mask on while wearing a pair of gloves on top of being equipped with an apron as well. She held a spatula while flipping the fried egg in the pan tentatively. The most observant element was that she seemed to have invested her energy because the fried egg was in a heart shape that was held in place by a curved sliced sausage. 

The longer he stared at her, the more he wanted to laugh. She doesn’t even know how to cook, but she’s trying out the tricky stuff. She is the typical kind of student, who is eager to run before they can even walk. 

cutting board, which had been sliced through. It seemed that Camila had dedicated a

in Camila’s direction, shocking her until she took a few steps backward. She stared fixedly at the fried eggs and looked like she was ready to fight someone. Finally, Silas burst out in laughter and frightened her. She turned abruptly to face him. “Y-Y-You scared me! When did you come in?” He chuckled while leaning against the doorframe. “I just arrived.

eggs look good?” Although the fried eggs in the pan were slightly burned, she looked gleeful while pointing at it. He nodded. “It’s

overkill and the

that he was moved

while trying to take the spatula from her. “Hand it to

“No, no need. I’m done now. You should wake South

should be careful. Avoid being splattered by the oil.” She replied, “Okay, I’m done.” Silas turned to make his way to South’s bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom, the first thing he saw was the child in bed. South was curled up with his pouted lips underneath the quilt. His breathing

the matter because he thought that his eyes could have been playing tricks on him. Nevertheless, he was now almost