Chapter 221


    “My mommy makes delicious egg fried rice, doesn’t she?” North asked gleefully while looking up at


    Eugene.


    Olivia nced at him automatically when she heard that. It was the only dish she was confident with,


    and so it was only natural that she hoped Eugene had noints. The man mumbled in agreement,


    and he wolfed down the entire bowl of fried rice. In fact, he looked as if he hadn’t had enough.


    Upon cing his bowl down, Olivia heard Eugene exim clearly, “It’s delicious!”


    Her mood improved significantly upon hearing that. “Are you full already? I can’t finish mine; why don’t I


    give you some of mine?”


    Eugene nced at her in surprise. She almost bit her tongue right after saying that. How could I offer


    him my food that I’ve already started eating? Why didn’t I think things through before blurting my


    thoughts out? She grasped at straws while trying to exin herself, “I haven’t touched the rice on this


    side!”


    Eugene answered her straight away, “No worries.” Then, he reached out to take her bowl of fried rice to


    spoon half of it into his bowl. Furthermore, he took the portion which Olivia was already eating halfway


    through. Afterward, he looked up at her, and his gaze gleamed teasingly. “Why are you so particr


    about these things? I’m notining about you at all. Is this enough for you? Why don’t I return you


    some?”


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    The corners of Olivia’s lips twitched uncontrobly because this was her first time being so close with a


    man. Is it alright to shift the rice repeatedly? Besides, what’s up with his gaze? He seems to be hinting


    something in his smile.


    “No need; it’s enough for me.” She took her half bowl of rice and ced it in front of her after saying


    that.


    “I’ll sleep with North tonight,” Eugene remarked while ncing at Olivia, who was also ring at him.


    Are you saying that you are nning to stay overnight here?


    He looked down while chuckling quietly. This is strange. I actually understand what she’s trying to say


    through her gaze. “What do you mean by that look of yours? Are you hoping that I’d sleep with you?”


    “Wow, aren’t you a shameless one?” Olivia red at him angrily. The feeling of gratitude from earlier


    was long gone now.


    Eugene suddenly looked serious. It will be bad if I anger this woman and she chases me out. “The child


    has just returned, and I just want to keep himpany.”


    Olivia kept quiet, and she mulled it over suspiciously. At this moment, a child would most probably need


    a father figure to provide him with a sense of security.


    Just when she was about to agree without saying anything, she heard Eugene’s voice again. “In reality,


    I would truly like to keep you bothpany. We can sleep in the same room, and I’ll spend the night on


    the floor.”


    Olivia rolled her eyes straight away. “We can manage by ourselves.”


    North, who was sitting across them both broke the silence. “Mommy, I want to sleep with Uncle


    Eugene!”


    Olivia was rendered speechless when she heard that. With that, things worked out for Eugene, and he


    managed to spend the night. After his night shower, he carried North onto the bed.


    He went online to learn how tomunicate with children just to be able tomunicate with his son.


    However, the information online didn’t seem appropriate for North, who had an exceptionally-high IQ.


    Can I tell my son bedtime stories, just like what the inte says? Perhaps I could y some building


    blocks with him as a parent-child game. But these obviously wouldn’t work.


    Eugene supported his forehead with his hand helplessly. Finally, he decided to chat with North to try to


    get him to rx. “I think your mommy’s egg fried rice was very delicious.”


    North’s eyes sparkled enthusiastically, and he looked very proud when he said, “I know, right? That’s


    my mommy after all! Her tomatoes with eggs are superb too.”


    Eugene chuckled softly. “In that case, is my cooking or your mommy’s cooking better?”


    “My mommy’s, of course!” North answered without missing a beat.


    Eugene pouted. “Don’t you need to think it through? You don’t seem professional at all.”


    North weighed his options seriously. “Mommy’s cooking is still the best.”


    Eugene burst outughing in frustration. “Why?”


    North couldn’t express himself urately, and he merely exined, “That’s because I can immediately


    tell if it’s mommy’s cooking, and that is why it’s the best.”