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.

out of it

Close your eyes and I’ll read

With that said, she carried Chris in

him to the bedroom, and laid in

him.

as told, his tiny

arms as his head rested on

then began, “Once upon

a big grey

how her

Her face

love, nothing like herself. She

storytelling session would take a

was surprised that Chris fell

His breathing calmed and his

stopped fidgeting.

He fell asleep already?

Chris’ pouty

to her touch, she

arm from under his neck.

blanket and

degrees

out of the MOM.

in the kitchen, Anthony

the table filled

help?” A teasing voice came from

kitchen. i

over to see Charmine

her hands on her hips. She leaned

at him

kept

deciding whether to steam or

off. She

his wrist to move him

fine, go out and wait for me.

eyes matched the goading

face.

that

a high-ranking executive like him

make food?

took out the

she

smile appeared on Anthony’s

cook with full

the ingredients, she

one hand and chopped them

fluidly as she did.

long black pants

they flattered her

martial artist practicing with

just preparing to fry

she did, Charmine always seemed so

by the side

the scene unfolding before him. Not

turned red in the wok—a

bright red prawns.

and brought it

past Anthony, she stopped short.

standing here for? G

out of it instantly. No one had

a