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!”

his mother no

your mum,” Isaac intervened, his voice

I want to be just like you, Dad.

attempts, Daniel finally succeeded in making a pie that didn’t spill its

to Brittany like a precious

praised his effort, “You did a great job.”

he stuttered, “I… I will make pies

his nose, leaving a smear of white flour on it. It made him look even more

that the other groups had made

a bit disheartened, thinking he was the one who had let

crouched down to his level and comforted him, “Honey, you did really well. You’ve never

Brittany’s eyes. His gaze was resolute. “I will try harder.”

night, they had pies for dinner.

picked out the pies he made himself, devouring them with an enthusiasm that left his face smeared with oil. Brittany had to stop him from eating more, worried that he’d end up

as they had five years before, and Brittany had two plates before she

dinner, Emily took

turned to Brittany. “Did you enjoy the