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.”

When she woke up in the morning,

jealous, especially when she knew he cooked.

cook. She was jealous of Cynthia enjoying his

treatment.

She took advantage of him going upstairs

ate the breakfast he made for

her skirt with

a little distressed, wondering if Alston had made a

that

Cynthia walked over with her daughter in her arms. Seeing this scene, she also

uncomfortable. Initially, she was willing to let Gigi live at their home

punished for Alston. But now, whenever she saw her,

disgusted.

changed no matter how she tried,

maybe it was because they

was too evident, so

Keller, Desmond, how about we go

can have your favorite

said to the two kids tenderly. Although Keller

the food made by their

reached its peak.

into the

he held Desmond in one hand and Cynthia’s waist

I will go out

were thrilled, mainly Keller, who

eaten out with their

Gigi clenched her fists tightly, and her heart was

now because of psychological imbalance, she hated

die early and that

I’m sorry, It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have eaten Cynthia’s breakfast. I didn’t

you made it for Cynthia. I’m

dining table and bowed

protruding. Tears streamed down her face, making her

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

didn’t mean it. When she

a mistake.

Cynthia saw the maid pleading mercy for Gigi, she

expect Gigi was so good at drawing people over to

to let a maid plead for

maid pleaded mercy for her. The

After she was scolded by

to please everyone in the

servants.

by Alston and the others, she deliberately showed

someone took the initiative.

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

Smith family!”

Alston’s words brought the maid up short, and before

only my wife and me. What qualifies you

like this, you don’t have to stay in the

anymore. I never like people who live off the

speaking, someone dragged the

her

a chill

stayed with Alston for three

to her, but she had never seen him

superior

terrified.

The current Alston was

sympathized with Gigi

and lowered their