Delphine nodded, smiled faintly, and said, "His cooking is better than mine, so most of the time he's the one making food and taking care of the kids."
Taking care of the kids too? Chloe Winston's mouth formed an "O" shape as she glanced at the two little toddlers eagerly waiting to be fed and the handsome and charming dad. Her eyes instantly reddened, and she muttered bitterly, "Now I finally understand why Constantine Stewart and I couldn't make it! He doesn't even cook for me; he literally doesn't treat me as a human being. From the beginning to the end, he just treated me like a blow-up doll."
Yeats Howard, who had just climbed out of bed with his eyes closed, following the scent of breakfast, stumbled violently. His mind flashed with an image of a dozen blow-up dolls...
Oh heavens, he's still an innocent young bachelor, this kind of talk will corrupt him!
