Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Adrian Zhekova dropped his hand in regret, his index finger gently rubbing the fingertip of his thumb.

Morgan Clarke said, “Cindy, if there’s any physical work to be done at home, just let Uncle do it!”

Morgan looked up at Adrian Zhekova, “He’s a grown man, after all!”

If you want to chase Cindy Clarke, shouldn’t you contribute more to the family? Don’t think he didn’t see it, Adrian Zhekova took advantage of the situation and held Cindy’s hand again just now!

Adrian Zhekova looked at Morgan Clarke coolly.

Good boy!

Indeed, it was time for Cindy Clarke to know that the family is missing a man.

“If there’s any physical work or heavy work that needs to be done, just tell me. Don’t be polite with me.” Adrian Zhekova said, “Is there anything that needs repairing at home? Do you need to change any light bulbs?”

“No no, everything at home is fine.” Cindy hurriedly said, “Then… how about you mince some meat for us by hand?”

“Hm?” Adrian Zhekova asked.

“I have some ideas about the dough for dumplings, and I need to try out a good ratio.” Cindy said, “While I experiment with the dough here, you can help me mince the meat. Actually, we can use a food processor to grind the meat, but the hand-minced texture is better.”

“No problem.” Adrian Zhekova rolled up his sleeves and agreed.

Cindy turned to Morgan and said, “Then you help Dad…”

Cindy Clarke almost let it slip and quickly corrected herself, “Help Uncle film a video to include in our work later.”

“Okay!” Morgan immediately agreed.

Cindy prepared everything for Adrian Zhekova and told him the technique of hand-mincing meat.

Adrian Zhekova glanced at Morgan, who was fiddling with the SLR camera, then suddenly turned around, using his body to block Morgan’s sight and as though he was covering Cindy in his arms.

Cindy was trapped behind the bar by him, her whole body hot, as if enveloped by his body heat.

“Just now, did you almost let it slip to Morgan to help Dad?” Adrian Zhekova asked in a low voice, as if afraid of being overheard by Morgan.

Moreover, fearing that she wouldn’t hear him clearly, he lowered his head, whispering into her ear.

Cindy felt his low-pitched magnetic voice as if it was sliding into her ear, making her feel his hot breath as he spoke.

As she looked up, she saw Adrian Zhekova’s Adam’s apple, which seemed to be nearly touching her forehead.

With each word he spoke, his Adam’s apple quivered slightly.

Cindy was so nervous that she didn’t dare move, afraid that if she moved, she would touch his face.

She couldn’t even imagine how close Adrian Zhekova was to her ear right now.

“…I just… I just feel guilty about knowing that you are his father and still calling you Uncle,” Cindy whispered.

“I can’t help but think about how one day, you’ll tell Morgan to help Dad, and that feeling is so nice.” Adrian Zhekova let out a soft laugh, “It feels so warm, like living together as a family.”

Cindy’s face turned incredibly red.

Indeed, she would eventually tell Morgan the truth.

But why did the meaning change as soon as Adrian Zhekova said it?

It was as if… the three of them were living together, like a family of three.

Cindy felt her ears itching and tingling, and she braced herself to say, “You should get started on the meat.”

“Alright.” Adrian Zhekova gladly agreed, finally standing straight.

This slightly relieved the pressure on Cindy.

But then, she heard Adrian Zhekova whisper softly, “You know, this also seems like you’re instructing your husband to do housework.”

Cindy: ‘

Who’s instructing her husband!