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.”

sheepish smile. “Serves you

to

eyed him dubiously. “Breakfast

eyes remained fixated on the children. “Then, are you

looked at each other before they

“Yeah.”

down. I’ll cook for you

that, Benjamin headed

flooded Arissa. He’s

him. Her jaw dropped when she saw that

her expression, Benjamin arched a brow. “Just wait with the kids

was rare that he was

seemed to handle things well, Arissa queried,

without taking his eyes

in the kitchen, assisting

with the kids first, Mrs. Graham. Mr. Graham’s cooking skills are pretty good,

again. Clocking his skillful movements,

mine should be

at her. “Have you added any

“Nope.”

to uncover the lid of the pot and