The More The Merrier

Chapter 955 Fighting the Children for Affection

Since Benjamin liked oxtail soup, Arissa fed him more. “I told you it was delicious, but you didn’t believe me. Don’t you find it irresistible now?” she teased, her bright eyes pinned on the man.

Benjamin’s eyes flickered. Indeed, it smells nice. “Give me another spoonful.”

The boys watched as their father enjoy the oxtail soup. “Mommy, don’t just feed Daddy! We want to eat, too!”

Arissa turned to feed them, but the man grabbed her hand that was holding the spoon. “I’m not full yet.”

That promptly rendered Arissa speechless. Benjamin glanced at the children and said in a deep voice, “Take another serving and eat it by yourselves.”

Arissa regarded him with a smirk on her face, yet he remained unfazed without showing the slightest hint of embarrassment. Gavin snorted. “How shameless!”

Benjamin’s expression darkened. “Do you still need Mommy to feed you when you’re already an adult, Mr. Graham?”

Zachary shot him a disdainful look. With all the shamelessness in the world, Benjamin retorted, “My hands are occupied.”

Nudging the glasses on his face, Oliver scoffed, “Don’t you have a hand around Mommy’s hand? How is it occupied?”

“Exactly! Do you think we’re blind?” Jasper seconded, bobbing his head. Arissa laughed so much that her shoulders jerked violently.

Tim glanced at Benjamin. Although he didn’t criticize the latter, the look in his eyes was no different from that of his brothers.

frowned at Arissa. “Are you going to

stained Arissa’s

swiftly feeding the children next. “You eat, too, Mommy!

at something. Everyone knew he

Benjamin turned his gaze to the children, only to see Zachary holding a

boys ate together with spoons, enjoying

tender. Hearing some noise from beside him, he looked over and

sheepish smile and quickly fed him a

“Have some, Graham!”

mouth

“You love eating this?”

back then. On my way back from school, the aroma of oxtail soup

heart ached when he took in

you whenever you want

up, and sheer delight showed on her

gaze darkened,

wanted. A moment later,

as though she was acting coy

“You’re welcome.”