Chapter 1893


    Two steaks were ced in the little fellow''s bowl, Stinson and Marshall looked at each other and the atmosphere is awkward. "Huh!" Gabe stared at the two steaks in the bowl with a pair of big ck eyes, and made a confused voice.


    Monica''s heart suddenly jumped. A pair of beautiful eyes shed across the faces of the two men.


    Stinson smirked at the corner of his lips, and directly put the piece into the bowl of Monica: "try this one."


    This unreasonable sense of intimacy made Monica secretly clench her teeth. What was Stinson doing?


    Yesterday, he was stillpeting with her. Was he going to be a good man?


    Marshall reached out to touch Gabe''s head and whispered, "Gabe, is it deliciouspared to what your mummy cooked?"


    The little guy''s little hand did not quite know how to hold the knife, and had clipped it several times before he put the steak on it and took a bite. The little eyebrows wrinkled: it is more delicious that mummy''s cooking."


    Monica was about to wait for her son to boast, but she did not expect her to be so honest that she was frustrated.


    They were really fun together.


    Such lovely mother and son, how could he be willing to let it go to another man?


    Marshall also pursed his lips and smiled. He raised his eyes and looked at the depressed Monica: "Actually, the food you cook isn''t that unptable. I think it''s delicious."


    Monica had tough twice: "Marshall, don''t praise me. Actually, I only fry a few home-made dishes. How can Ipare to the chef here?"


    "Some people like to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, while others especially like carrots and vegetables. Their tastes are different and naturally there is noparison." In Marshall''s words, there were many hints.


    Stinson, of course, he knew the meaning of Marshall''s words. So, did he not want to let go?


    Monica smiled lightly: "This sounds quite reasonable to you. Indeed, everyone is different, and what they want is different. There is no meaning ofparison."


    "If there''s a chance to eat what you''re cooking, then it''ll be fine." Marshall sighed, but his eyes were filled with expectations.


    Before Monica spoke, Stinson smiled and said, "how aboute to our apartment tomorrow and we''ll throw you a nice meal?"


    Monica was stagnant after hearing what Stinson said, and strangely, she was not really disgusted. What happened to her? "That''s right, Uncle, can youe to our house tomorrow?"


    In Marshall''s mood, winter was approaching and snowkes were falling. He didn''t mean that. He just hoped that Monica would understand that he wanted to be with her.


    Monica was not stupid. In fact, Marshall''s affection for her had always been in her eyes, but she felt that she was not worthy of him. Now, she did not dare to ept his affection.


    He deserved a better woman to love him, and he would definitely have a happy family in the future.


    "Marshall, if you have time, let''s go home for lunch tomorrow afternoon. I''ll cook for you." Monica invited gently.


    Stinson''s eyes were stunned. Although he was the man who invited Marshall to be a guest at home, but at this moment, his heart was a little ufortable.


    Was this woman really cooking for him? She hadn''t even cooked a meal for him yet. Was this a different treatment?


    "It''s been a while since mummy


    while


    cooked for us. Uncle Marshall,e


    on." Gabe didn''t realize that theplicated rtionship between adults was just that he felt that uncle Marshall was like his loved


    one. Of course, he had to count him.


    Marshall lowered his head and smiled. There was a bitter taste in his heart. What he wanted was not to be a guest.


    "I have to work tomorrow, maybe


    next time, when my new home is done and I will invite you guys toe." This time, Marshall was è ready to move into a new house that he had bought. That house was prepared for Monica and Gabe. He had already finished the decoration. When Monica returned to the country, he wanted to give her the key, but Monica refused. Content


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    "Okay, then, can Ie together?" Stinson immediately echoed, and at this moment, he and Marshall werepeting.


    Marshall''s voice was faint: "Do you really want toe to my humble house?"


    "You really know how to joke. It''s really good to be close to each other. If you invite them sincerely, I''ll definitelye." Stinsonughed lightly. Monica had already heard the meaning of their confrontation, so she quickly interjected: "Okay, don''t chat first. Quickly eat, the dishes will be cold." The two men had smoked and started to eat dinner peacefully.


    This meal made Monica feel very pressured. She knew that she wouldn''t let Stinsone, but at least it could make the atmosphere easier.


    After dinner, Marshall took a step. His footsteps stiffened and he felt heavy.


    Unexpectedly, he was only two monthste, and there was someone beside him.


    He suddenly regretted why he had not directly confessed when he was abroad If he had been preupied at that time, even if Stinson knew that Gabe was his son, he would not be able to forcibly dismantle them.


    It was a pity that in this world, there was no ways for regret.


    Stinson''s eyes were annoyed as she stared at Monica''s back. She saw Marshall''s back as if she was reluctant to leave.


    "daddy, are you friends with uncle Marshall?" Gabe asked happily.


    Stinson gently lifted his son up, sat him down on his broad shoulders, and smiled and nodded, "Of course, you and mummy''s friends are my friends."


    "Yeah, that''s great. In the future, the four of us will be able to go out often." The little guy immediately cheered.Original content from N?velDrama.Org.


    Stinson shivered, his son really hope so?


    Monica''s expression froze as well. She turned to look at the man, and Stinson stared at her with a burning gaze.


    Monica quickly turned around and said, "Are we going home too?"


    "Since we are very full, let''s have a walk." Said Stinson.


    "but I''m a little tired..."


    "Children like to have fun, and they want their parents to apany them." The man knew her thoughts.


    Monica nced at her son, whose eyes are filled with anticipation.


    "Then okay." Monicapromised.