Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Chapter 291 He planned to take one step ahead of him and conquer her.

Sonia never took the initiative to talk to Dixon. Her eyes always looked unfamiliar and defensive, which made Dixon very irritable. But this time, Dixon took the initiative to talk to him: "Do you want to... cook here?"

Dixon lowered his eyelids and stood by the window. The sunshine poured in from outside and cast a shadow next to him. His side face was towards her, and his nose was straight. He has a good-looking face, but there is too much loneliness in his eyes, which made them look like frozen blades that were dull, rusty and decayed over the years.

He was talking in a faint tone. And she could vaguely sense some indifference and coldness from his tone. "I am afraid that you may be bored. And if you have some time to kill, you can do cooking to divert your attention.

Victor happened to say that he missed Sonia's cooking. Although she is not a very skilled cook, the little boy wants to eat dishes that is cooked by her.

To tell the truth, Dixon also missed her cooking.

There is a long distance that can't be spanned between him and Sonia. Except for the poached egg last time, the last time she cooked for him... can be traced back to several years ago, when she hadn't been sent into prison yet.

At that time, Sonia, the princess of the Donald family who never needs to walk into the kitchen married him, and learned to cook the dishes he preferred every day for him. Sometimes, there were two or three band-AIDS wrapped on her fingers. However, after she spent all her efforts and waited for Dixon, he never came back, leaving her alone with the cold dishes and her cold heart.

Dixon suddenly had an impulse to cry.

The man lifted his face and blinked his eyes hard. Then his Adam's apple moved up and down. From a distance, the scene was quite pleasing to the eye. The perfect jaw line was connected to the neck, forming a crisp radian.

showed that he

couldn't understand, but she could feel the severe pain in her

subconsciously: "Excuse me... Is there a history

she feel so much pain simply hearing his name

asked him this question, which he didn't have

"We..."

words were struggling in his mouth and couldn't wait to get out. But finally, he

"We're just friends."

it, just let it go. There is nothing to feel pity

important people and things, but my brain seems to deliberately prevent

culprit is standing in

nights. And in the end,

and pressed on her temples. "Sorry, I lost my manners in front

He only dared to look at her from this distance.

or not for Sonia to forget those

before he could make a choice, someone was one

evening, Quincy told Sonia about his feelings