The More The Merrier

Chapter 919 Benjamin Cooks Breakfast

Casting a glance at Benjamin, Arissa turned her head to the side and giggled furtively. Benjamin cut his gaze over and stared at her. Lifting his hand, he pinched her cheek.

However, Arissa dodged and gazed at him innocently. “You’re not allowed to pinch Mommy’s cheek, Mr. Graham!” Oliver shouted at Benjamin, sticking his hands on his hips.

Verily, he did seem somewhat intimidating while all irate and somber. “Why?” Benjamin teased, his interest piqued. “No reason! It’ll be painful for her if you pinch her cheek!”

Oliver scowled at him. Quirking a brow, Benjamin lifted his hand and pinched his son’s petite cheek. “Is it painful?”

Oliver merely blinked. It isn’t painful, but he obviously pinched Mommy hard just now. “It’s a different story!” At that, Benjamin twisted his body sideways and glanced at Arissa. “Was it painful earlier?”

In response, Arissa blinked. “A tiny bit.” Words eluded Benjamin. “Look, Mommy’s face had turned red from your pinch!” Jasper exclaimed.

Stricken, Benjamin swung his gaze at Arissa. When he saw that her cheek was a tad red, he kneaded it for a bit. “Does it still hurt?”

His tenderness had warmth suffusing Arissa. “A tiny bit.”

She turned her face to the side, signaling him to knead it further. Benjamin’s gaze darkened, a spark of desire igniting within his eyes. Throughout it all, the six children looked on intently.

Noticing their stares, Arissa said to them, “Go to the dining room and get ready to have breakfast.” The children looked at her before glancing at Benjamin warily.

Pinning his eyes on Arissa, Benjamin jested, “The kids care about you so much that they regard me as a villain though I’m their daddy.”

flashed him a sheepish smile. “Serves you right

shifted his gaze to the children. “Come with me for

eyed him dubiously. “Breakfast isn’t ready

eyes remained fixated on the children.

looked at each other before

“Yeah.”

and sit down. I’ll cook for you

saying that, Benjamin

flooded Arissa.

dropped when she saw that

arched a brow. “Just wait with the

rare that he was in the

to handle things

without

was also in

first, Mrs. Graham. Mr. Graham’s cooking skills are pretty

Clocking his skillful movements, she

mine

at her. “Have you

“Nope.”

lid of the pot and