My Sleeping Beauty Husband

Chapter 294 Call Me Dad

After washing, Cynthia and Alston went downstairs holding their daughter and son.

Keller nestled in Cynthia’s arms and whispered in her ear, “Mom, dad made the

breakfast today. It smells so good. Even

Desmond can’t wait to eat it.”

Desmond blushed a little and snorted lightly, “It’s Keller who can’t wait to eat it!” He

would not admit he had a craving for

breakfast.

Keller didn’t deny it either. She nodded her round, chubby cheek and said sweetly, “Yes.

I want to eat the breakfast cooked by

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dad. It smells so good!”

Hearing the childish talk of her daughter and son, Cynthia looked at Alston and raised

her eyebrows. She didn’t know Alston

could cook.

Alston’s ears turned red under her gaze, and he coughed shyly. “It’s not as good as the

servant’s cook. It’s elementary. I hope you can like it.”

Cynthia smiled, with small dimples on her cheeks. “I like everything you cook and will

finish eating it.”

The four of them went downstairs and suddenly saw someone sitting at the dinner table.

It was Gigi.

She was enjoying a plate of fried eggs and toast. Alston’s face darkened, and he walked

over quickly, snatching the breakfast

from her hand.

Alston’s move brought Gigi up short. After seeing Alston was full of anger, an edgy look

flashed across her eyes, and she asked knowingly, “What… What’s the matter?”

“Who told you to eat this?” Alston’s eyes were full of impatience, and Desmond, in his

arms, looked at Gigi in disgust like him.

“Bad woman. My father cooked this breakfast for my mother. How can you eat it?”

His voice was crisp, but he made no secret of disliking her.

Gigi clenched her fist tightly. After hearing his words, she wished to strangle Desmond to

death, but she suppressed her anger and hatred forcefully. Panic flashed in her eyes,

and she stood up in a flurry. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know Alston made it

for Cynthia.”

she woke up in the morning, Gigi saw Alston preparing breakfast. She

cooked. it

never knew Alston could cook. She

treatment.

Gigi. She took advantage of him going upstairs and

ate the breakfast he made

her skirt with

distressed,

the toast that had

daughter in her arms. Seeing this scene,

she was willing to let Gigi live at

now, whenever she

disgusted.

be changed no matter how

because they were naturally unfit to

for Alston was too evident,

eat breakfast at home. Keller,

have your favorite

two kids tenderly. Although Keller and Desmond

eat the food made by their father, they

reached its peak. He

into the trash

Desmond in one hand and Cynthia’s waist in the

go out

were thrilled,

They had never eaten out with their mother and

heart was full of resentment.

Cynthia at first, but now because

die early and that she would

It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have eaten

you made it for Cynthia. I’m

dining table and bowed to apologize helplessly, with

Tears streamed down her

anymore and stepped forward to speak for her. “Mr.

it. When she went to eat, we were all busy and

her, so she made a mistake. Please

When Cynthia saw the maid pleading mercy for Gigi,

good at drawing people over to her side.

to let a maid plead

that this maid pleaded mercy for her. The maid

so she should be new here. After she was scolded by Alston last

her temper a lot and carefully tried to

servants.

Alston and the

took the initiative. to

as Gigi felt complacent, she heard Alston say coldly, “You are the

Smith family!”

maid up short, and before she

hosts are only my wife and me. What qualifies you to intervene

outsider like this, you don’t have to

I never like people who live off the Smith

finished speaking, someone dragged the maid out

her to

heart sank, and a chill was down her

Alston for three years, and Alston’s indifference

nothing unfamiliar to her, but she had never seen him treat anyone

sense of oppression from a superior person was instantly aroused,

terrified.

Alston was his

had sympathized with Gigi

and lowered their heads