Mission To Remarry

Chapter 953 Should Not Have Asked

Archie, Benny, and Estella stared at Lucian’s retreating back before exchanging a look. All three of them felt exceedingly reluctant to see him leave.

We plotted and schemed to have them agree to stay the night here so that an opportunity for them to spend time together could be created. But if Daddy were to leave for real now, our efforts would’ve been in vain! Besides, he’s tall, and the car is cramped, so it’d be an utter torment for him to sleep in the car!

Their brains whirred at warp speed as they tried to come up with an idea that would have Lucian change his mind.

At the same time, Roxanne’s eyes flickered as she watched the man’s figure fade into the distance.

“Let’s just squeeze a little and make do with the space.”

Ultimately, she couldn’t help saying that when he had almost disappeared from her line of sight.

The instant her words rang out, Lucian halted in his tracks and glanced back over his shoulder.

Roxanne dipped her eyes. “You can’t stretch your limbs out in the car, so you’ll definitely end up horribly sore after spending a night there. There’s room in the tent anyway, and it’s far more comfortable than the car. If you don’t mind, Mr. Farwell, we can just make do for a night.”

Although she didn’t want to face him, she knew he would undoubtedly suffer if he were to sleep in the car, considering his height.

the situation then. He merely came over to help, and it made no sense for her to deprive him

the children’s mind that she would take the initiative and ask him to stay. They were stunned for a few seconds before

sleep with you, Daddy!” Estella whined, stretching her arms out at

Benny urged in juvenile voices, “Sleep with us, Mr.

only to stop on Roxanne’s face

honesty, he hadn’t expected her to propose that

her eyelashes quivered. She raised her eyes and flashed him an airy smile to convey her

she hadn’t made that offer out of courtesy, Lucian frowned slightly. He spun around and walked into the tent,

his return, a glimmer of craftiness glinted in the children’s

voice drifted into their ears.

the children closed

Estella opened her eyes and

tell me a story,

the children, waiting

request without any hesitation

utterly silent in the tent, with only her melodic