The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 688

Daniel’s eyes lit up in surprise as he asked, “Dad, you can make pies?”

Isaac’s pies looked even better than those made by the chefs on TV!

Isaac chand and replied, “I can do anything!”

Daniel, with flour dusting his small face, watched Isaac making pies. His wide eyes filled with awe and admiration.

His mother, Brittany, found the sight of her flour-covered son watching his father increasingly adorable. After rolling out the dough, she lifted Daniel onto a chair.

“Come on, let me show you.”

Brittany took a piece of the dough and began to teach Daniel how to shape pie crusts.

Daniel tried his best to follow her instructions, but his first few attempts were less than successful. His small face scrunched up in frustration as the filling kept spilling out of his pie crusts.

Brittany couldn’t help but laugh at his chubby, misshapen pies.

“Mum, you’re laughing at me!”

mortified, convinced that his mother no longer loved him.

mum,” Isaac intervened, his voice

not to be outdone. “No, I want to be just like you,

finally succeeded in making a pie that didn’t spill

like a precious

his effort, “You did

as he stuttered, “I… I will make pies for

smear of white flour on it. It

made, they realized that the other groups had made more and won certificates

bit disheartened, thinking he was the one who had

comforted him, “Honey, you did really well. You’ve never made pies

looked into Brittany’s eyes. His gaze was resolute. “I

had pies

himself, devouring them with an enthusiasm that left his face smeared with oil. Brittany had

they had five years

Emily took Daniel

turned to Brittany. “Did you enjoy the