Marriage With A Evil Heart

Amelia hurriedly said, “Let’s plan for another time! My son knows Mr. Brown. Sometimes I would take him to the company, and Mr. Brown would play with him, making him call him ‘Dad’! He even bought him snacks, and my son remembers it all!”

Robert immediately chuckled. “Oh… I see! No wonder he calls ‘Dad’ so naturally!”

Amelia awkwardly pursed her lips, and her facial muscles stiffened.

“Well, let’s plan another time!” Seeing Robert lingering, I deliberately pointed at him and said, “You go ahead and pay those packages. I want all of them!”

Amelia instinctively glanced at the counter where the few items were being packed. They were the newly arrived limited editions for this year. Her expression froze for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.

Then she pulled her son and said, “Mrs. Brown, we’re leaving now. His dad is here to pick us up!”

“Sure! Bring your husband next time, and we can all get together!” I sincerely smiled.

Amelia’s mouth twitched, and she smiled at Robert before quickly walking away with her son, disappearing from my sight as if fleeing.

Poor kid, he kept looking back at Robert, who maintained a cold expression.

“Dad!” I looked at Robert meaningfully and teasingly, “I have to say, that kid really looks like you! If one didn’t know better, they’d think he’s your son!”

Robert’s face instantly darkened. “Nonsense, stop making things up!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why so serious? I’m just joking!”

Though inside, I felt triumphant. Damn it! Even for your own son, you dare not openly admit it in front of me!

I turned to the waiter and instructed, “Please pack all of these for me.”

When swiping the card, Robert’s expression didn’t look too good as he asked, “Do you really need all of this?”

I looked at him and countered, “Feeling sorry now? Your mom just said I look like a beggar, embarrassing your family. Are you unwilling to spend a little money to save face for your family?”

He didn’t say anything more and reluctantly handed over his card.

Today, perhaps due to my good mood and significantly improved energy, we continued shopping until my car was filled to the brim, and there was no more space. Only then did I reluctantly call it a day and gave the command to head home.

Robert visibly relaxed at this point, and his face softened considerably.

Back at home, I had Sherry and Alice move the items from the car to my room, while I took Oliver back to his room. Sherry offered to help organize his room, but I declined, wanting to personally arrange everything for Oliver.

Despite feeling somewhat exhausted after these few hours, I persisted in doing it myself.

After finishing the arrangements, I put my arm around his small shoulders and asked, “Baby, are you happy?”

He blinked his large eyes, displaying a vivid range of expressions but remained silent.

Encouragingly, I said, “Tell me, okay?”

“Are you not happy?” I playfully asked when he didn’t respond.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He nodded and lowered his gaze.

“At Grandma’s house, did she never take you out to play?” I probed. I sensed that Oliver’s emotions were off, and now that I had a chance to be alone with him, I wanted to understand what might be bothering him.

Upon hearing my question, Oliver shook his head, fidgeting with his small hands.

I could guess most of it; Oliver must have felt neglected. This suspicion arose from witnessing his grandmother’s sharp reprimand earlier, as well as his subsequent excitement and joy when playing with us.

I reached out to embrace Oliver, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I will often take you out to play from now on! And during your summer vacation, I will take you, your sister, and your little brother to visit Grandma, okay?”

Indeed, this statement instantly piqued his interest. He looked up at me cautiously and asked, “Really?”

“Of course, My illness is all better!” I emphasized this point because I was unsure of what Sherry might have told the kids in the video, leading them to scatter in fear. But I also knew now was not the time to ask that question.

I guided him to lie down on the bed, intending to continue our conversation. However, Robert entered the room, saw us on the bed, and sat down beside us, casting a gaze toward Oliver.

Clearly, Oliver’s just-relieved expression tightened once again.