"Mommy, I made the pasta specially to ask for your forgiveness," said Harold sadly.
"Last night, I—"
"Harold, go out for a minute," Duke interrupted him.
"I have something to talk to your Mommy about.In private."
Harold looked up at his father, annoyed.
"Daddy, I haven’t finished my sentence.Could you please let me finish my words? Then you can talk to
Mommy all you want."
"It cannot wait.Go.Now."
Duke took the plate of pasta from his hands and placed it on the bedside table.He then lifted Harold up
and carried him out of the bedroom.
"Daddy, you’ve gone too far!"
Harold shouted fiercely.
Duke glared at him before he closed the door and locked it.He turned to Adina.
"I’m certain that Harold’s pasta is not as tasty as mine.Are you sure you want to eat it?" Adina looked at
him.
"Why did you drive Hal out? What exactly do you want to tell me about?"
"Ahem, nothing." Duke rested his gaze on her collar.
"It’s not good if our children see that." Adina looked down.
The neckline of her nightwear was low, revealing part of her brassiere.
Even though it looked somewhat indecent, Harold was her own flesh and blood.
Besides, he was a child, he wouldn’t even notice it.
Adina threw a pillow at him.
"Duke Winters, how can you get jealous of your own children?!"
Duke smiled and caught the pillow.
Meanwhile, Harold waited outside the door with a huff.George pulled him to the side.
"George, don’t pull me away! I have to apologize to Mommy!" George pursed his lips.
"Daddy just sent me a message.He warns us not to tell Mommy about last night." Harold was puzzled.
"Why?"
"We don't know.We'll just do according to Daddy's plan for now," George said.
"Mommy won’t be angry at you anymore.You don’t have to apologize to her."
"No way.I have to apologize for my mistake!" Harold snorted.
"Daddy is ruining my image before Mommy.I won’t let the devil get his way!"
Alden walked over to Harold.
"Mommy lost control of her emotions last night.It has nothing to do with you.It must be something else,"
he said solemnly.
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