Chapter 860 âMommy, I made the pasta specially to ask for your forgiveness,â said Harold sadly. âLast
night, 1ââ âHarold, go outfor a minute,â Duke interrupted him.
âI have something to talk to your Mommy about.
In private.â
Harold looked up at his father, annoyed.
âDaddy, I havenât finished my sentence.
Could you please let me finish my words? Then you can talk to Mommy all you
want.â
âIt cannot wait.
Go.
Now.â 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.
âDaddy, youâve gone too far!â
Harold shouted fiercely.
Duke glared at him before he closed the door and locked
it.
He turned to Adina.
âIâm certain that Haroldâs pasta is not as tasty as mine.
Are you sure you want to eat it?â Adina looked at him.
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âWhy did you drive Hal out? What exactly do you want to tell me about?â
âAhem, nothing.âDuke rested his gaze on her collar.
âItâs not good if our children see that.â 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 wouldnât even notice it.
Adina threw a pillow at him.
âDuke Winters, how can you get jealous of your own children?!â Duke smiled and caught the pillow.
Meanwhile, Harold waited outside the door with a huff.
George pulled him to the side.
âGeorge, donât pull me away! I have to apologize to Mommy!â
George pursed his lips.
âDaddy just sent me a message.
He warns us not to tell Mommy about last night.â Harold was puzzled.
âWhy?â
âWe donât know.
Weâll just do according to Daddyâs plan for now,â George said.â
Mommy wonât be angry at you anymore.
You donât have to apologize to her.â âNo way.
I have to apologize for my mistake!â Harold snorted.
âDaddy is ruining my image before Mommy.
I wonât let the devil get his way!â Alden walked over to Harold.
âMommy lost control of her emotions last night.
It has nothing to do with you.
It must be something else,â he said solemnly.
âBut if you remind her about last night, she might fall back into that state again.
Do you understand what Iâm saying?â Harold shook his head.
âNo.â George asked, âAI, do you know whatâs happening?â Alden pursed his lips.
He had no idea what was going on.
But he knew that his mother would never look at Harold in that manner.
She would never lay a hand on any of them, let alone push them away.
It was clear that something was wrong with their mother, but he wasnât sure what it was exactly.
Their father could not tell them either.
âDonât talk about it anymore.
I believe Daddy will figure out a way to solve this,â said Alden calmly.
âJust pretend that nothing happened last night.
Weâll continue as we usually do.â The master bedroom door opened.
Adina was dressed.
She held the plate of pasta Harold had cooked for her.
âHal, I didnât know you could make such a killer pasta! It is so good! Maybe a tadbit of more salt?â
Harold
nodded happily.
âIâll keep that in mind.â âBy the way, you were saying something to me.
I promise your daddy wonât interrupt again,â said Adina as she chewed on her pasta.