Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 40

“I only agreed to let Momo stay. I didn’t say you can,”

Charmine reminded Anthony.

With a dignified look on his face, Anthony walked

toward her. “Apologies. Momo might have sudden

convulsions anytime throughout the night, so he’ll

need my help. It worries me to leave him alone here.”

“Mommy, just let Daddy stay. He can cook, do laundry,

and housekeeping. He can be handy!” Chris pleaded,

his voice charmingly adorable and cute.

Charmine frowned, though surprised still. “Your dad

does laundry and housekeeping?”

“Yes! You can ask him if you don’t believe me.” Chris

blinked at Anthony.

Anthony hesitated for a few seconds, and under

Charmine’s questioning gaze, he nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Alright then, you’ll stay over and make u s supper.

Nothing too fancy. Just three dishes and one soup

should be fine, as long as it’ s healthy,” Charmine

ordered. Since no one was sending her supper

tonight, having someone to make her food was not a

bad idea.

After all, he volunteered to stay.

Charmine’s detailed order stunned Anthony for a

good few seconds. Nonetheless, he took off his suit

and carried the bags of fresh vegetables to the

kitchen. He had a rather attractive body with his

biceps bulging under his white shirt—utterly

muscular and attractive. Charmine could not help

herself as she stole glances of him from time to time,

her heart beating faster than usual.

How strange. She had seen all kinds of handsome

men, but why would her heart beat so fast when

Anthony was around?

“Mommy, I’m sleepy. Can you read me a bedtime

story?” Chris asked softly.

snapped out of it and

“Of course. Close your eyes and

said, she carried Chris

bedroom, and laid in

him.

closed his eyes as told, his

rested on her wrist.

Charmine then began, “Once upon a

a big

unaware of how her usual bold and

became so gentle. Her face was

love, nothing like herself.

would take

Chris

His breathing

stopped fidgeting.

He fell asleep already?

gently caressed Chris’ pouty face. Seeing as he

respond to her touch, she

her arm from under

blanket and

to 26 degrees

out of the MOM.

kitchen, Anthony

of the table filled with

voice came

kitchen. i

over to see

on her hips.

looked at

not flinch and kept

whether to steam or fry

laughed him off.

on his wrist to

out and wait

Her eyes matched the goading grin

face.

her that he could not

high-ranking executive like him

make food?

out the

before she started chopping the

smile appeared on Anthony’s lips a s

cook with full

she pressed

hand and

fluidly as she did.

casual long black pants topped with a

and they flattered her alluring body. It

a hot martial artist

reality, she was just preparing to fry a

she did, Charmine always seemed

confident. Anthony stood by the

unfolding

prawns turned red in the wok—a

red

brought it

she walked past Anthony,

for? G o grab us a

out of it instantly. No one

in such a tone, but