Chapter 142 - 142: I’m Still a Child
Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!
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Morgan Zhekova was feeling uneasy and didnât dare to sleep.
Actually, he was already pretty tired today; by 8:30 pm, he was so sleepy that ne couldnât Keep ms eyes open.
Accompanying Cindy Clarke to the competition today had really worn out the little guy, both mentally and physically.
Sitting next to Cindy while watching the drama, the little oneâs head sank lower and lower without realizing it, his eyelids getting heavier. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Morgan didnât even realize he had fallen asleep while sitting up.
His head suddenly leaned against Cindyâs arm, and when she looked down, she woke him up.
âIf youâre tired, go to the bedroom and sleep,â Cindy said softly.
âIâm not tired! Who says Iâm tired?â Morgan looked at the clock, âItâs not even 9 oâclock yet, I wonât sleep.â
Morgan rarely showed stubbornness, and even Cindy couldnât persuade him.
However, just five minutes after watching TV, the little guyâs head leaned against Cindy again.
Cindy looked at his sleeping face helplessly and smiled.
Falling asleep like this but still insisting he wasnât tired.
At this moment, Adrian Zhekova stood up and walked over, putting his index finger to his lips and motioning Cindy to be quiet.
Cindy stopped talking, only looking curiously at Adrian.
Suddenly, Adrian bent down towards her.
His face was getting closer and closer to her, and Cindy felt as if they were about to touch.
Adrianâs face enlarged in front of her, and even the pores on his face became more prominent.
Cindyâs face blushed, and her heart raced.
The scene of making dumplings together before dinner popped into Cindyâs mind.
Nervously, Cindy moved a considerable distance to the side.
Suddenly losing support, Morganâs body fell into the spot where Cindy was sitting.
âOuch!â Morgan cried out, waking up from the sound.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Adrian, hands supporting on either side of him.
Adrianâs face was suspended right above him.
Morgan hugged himself helplessly and asked with a horrified expression, âUncle, what are you doing? Iâm just a kid!â
Cindy: â
She thought that even if Morgan were Adrianâs biological son, Adrian might still end up killing him one day.
Adrianâs mouth twitched, and he picked up Morgan: âIâm taking you to sleep.â So tired yet still insisting on not sleeping.
âIâm not sleeping, Iâm not tired,â Morgan flapped his arms around in Adrianâs embrace.
If possible, he would even roll around in Adrianâs arms.
Adrian held him firmly, not letting Morgan fall when he struggled.
Guessing why Morgan refused to sleep, Adrian sneered and said, âAnyway, Iâm not leaving until I see you asleep. If you donât sleep, Iâll stay here. Maybe Iâll even spend the night.â
Morgan: ââ¦â
So, should he sleep or not?
Morgan looked at Adrian and thought he really wanted to stay at their house.
âIâll sleep, Iâll sleep!â Morgan quickly said, immediately closing his eyes in Adrianâs arms.
Adrian hooked his lips in a slight smirk.
Nice try, kid, but you are my child for a reason. If you have high intelligence, you must have inherited it from me.
Want to compete with me?
Youâre still too green!
Adrian carried Morgan back to his bedroom and placed him on his car-shaped bed.
Morgan was really tired and could barely open his eyes. He turned and continued sleeping.
Cindy stood at the entrance of Morganâs bedroom, watching as Adrian looked down at the sleeping Morgan for a while.
Cindy could see Adrianâs side profile perfectly..