Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Chapter 67 He Was A Little Afraid

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, Elizabeth sped up her cleaning. Without even

vacuuming the floor, she picked up her bag and ran away.

When Matthew came out of the shower, she was already gone. He heard the sound of

engines and walked to the window, only to watch her car slowly drive out of the yard.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly. She’s avoiding me because she’s frightened.

Earlier, he had been sorely tempted to continue what they had been doing, as the touch was

very different from his own hands. It was not the same as the doll he had shoved into the deepest

part of his closet either.

I’m doomed! It seems like nothing else but her will do for me now.

On the very next day, Elizabeth woke up in a good mood, feeling excited about her first day

at work.

The three kids watched her dress up beautifully.

“Lizzy, are you going to start working?” asked Abby.

and Antony could

job that paid a

was grinning from ear to ear.

have to work another part-time job after getting off work in the future. In other words, I’ll be able to stay

was exactly what her two sons had been

mother had found a

“That’s great, Lizzy! We can finally go shopping and play together!”

little face and said, “Yeah. We’ll be

sending her three kids to kindergarten, she headed

long journey from their kindergarten to her workplace, but that did not

work at

along the way, it

late. She punched the card before

to change into a pink nurse

other breeder was a middle-aged

I don’t know anything about this.

me?” Elizabeth

she knew that she had to ask if she was not

familiar with something.

them in a cage and

done, feed them with some food. Remember not to mix up the breeds on the list. Those who bring their pets here for breeding want only the purest

from the side, Elizabeth thought

job. Most importantly, the pay is high. This is exactly the kind of

and said, “Lizzy, I’ll leave it to you here and go to the opposite side. There is another breeding