Chapter 432 Our Daddy Is More Handsome Than You
Nathaniel rushed over when he received the update from Camila. The indifferent expression on his face softened when he saw his child.
Camila held Nathaniel’s hand and pulled him in. Daddy’s here now. No one can take advantage of Mommy
anymore.
She opened the shoe cabinet and took out Nathaniel’s slippers. “Daddy, come on in.”
Holding a bag in his hand, Nathaniel walked in, exuding an air of authority as he a*sumed the role of the master of the house. From the corners of his eyes, he cast a glare at Francis and remarked, “Don’t A-list celebrities have more important matters to attend to?”
The air between them grew tense, thick with unresolved tension.
Francis scoffed. “I suppose I should thank you for canceling my sponsorship. Now, I get to spend more time with Christina.”
Nathaniel narrowed his eyes and stared at him. Accompany? Who needs his accompaniment?
“In fact, Mr. Hadley, I hope you can use your connections to cancel all our endorsements. Not only will I receive compensation, but I’ll also have plenty of time to be with Christina every day,” Francis said with a Triumphant smirk, his laughter filled with provocation,
Christina, who was standing behind the kitchen door, could feel the tension in the living hall. She had no choice but to separate the two men. “Nathaniel, could you please come to the kitchen and help me?”
Fury surged inside Nathaniel. She wants me to cook for him? Dream on!
Observing his steadfast stance, Christina took hold of his hand and pulled him into the kitchen.
Once they got to the kitchen, Lucas ran up to Francis and said. “Mr. Fernando, do you have a phone? I’d like to borrow it to capture some pictures of Daddy and Mommy cooking in the kitchen.”
“They look so sweet together. Could you please take their pictures and print them out? We want to display them on the wall,” Camila added in an innocent voice.
The children’s words pierced his heart like a dagger.
With a somber expression, Francis rejected their request. “My phone is out of battery, and there’s nothing worth capturing since your daddy isn’t photogenic.”
Camila widened her eyes and stared at him. “Nonsense! Our daddy is much more handsome than you.”
“Don’t talk to him anymore. Come, let’s go back to our room.” Lucas held her hand and ran back to their
room.
Christina did not a*sign any tasks to Nathaniel after pulling him into the kitchen.
As the sound of water from the sink trickled down, Christina turned her head and instructed, “Wash the grapes.”
“He expects my wife to cook for him and wants me to wash fruits for him? Over my dead body! With his hands in his pockets, Nathaniel snorted. He should consider himself lucky I restrained myself from getting physical
with him!
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Christina inched closer and whispered. “These are the imported grapes 1 bought. Wash them and eat them before you go out.”
Concerned that he might become agitated and confront Francis if he had nothing to occupy his time. reluctantly sacrificed the expensive grapes she had purchased.
she
Nathaniel’s anger dissipated completely, leaving him filled with an overwhelming sense of joy, much like a child who had just received heartfelt compliments.
Opening the refrigerator, he revealed a neatly arranged a*sortment of fresh ingredients, including a box of grapes
After washing them, Nathaniel picked one and gently fed it to Christina. “Try it. It must be extra sweet because I washed it.”
“It’s extra sweet because it’s expensive.” Christina chewed the grape, and her gaze filled with tenderness.
As she continued cooking. Nathaniel stood by her side, gently feeding her grapes. No longer bothered by who was right or wrong, they embraced the serenity of the moment, cherishing the warmth that enveloped them.
“Could you grab a few eggs from the refrigerator?” Christina asked.
Nathaniel, having already consumed more than half of the grapes, opened the refrigerator door but failed to locate the eggs. Without making an effort to search, he casually responded, “I don’t see them.”
Knowing it was futile to ask him for help. Christina turned off the flame and walked over.
With a glance, she spotted the box of eggs placed beneath the vegetables. She reached out to take it and complained. “What did you say just now? You didn’t see-”
Before she could finish her sentence. Nathaniel abruptly leaned in and captured her lips, silencing her words and enveloping her in a pa*sionate kiss.
Her mouth exuded a tantalizing aroma, brimming with the sweet fragrance of grapes. Nathaniel, consumed by desire and forsaking his initial intention, surrendered to an insatiable longing to explore further. Their breaths entwined, merging as one, as if Nathaniel’s essence enveloped Christina’s very soul.
The partially ajar refrigerator door obscured the upper halves of their bodies, but the closeness between them left little to the imagination of what they were doing at that moment.
Half an hour later, the dining table was adorned with a delectable spread of six dishes. The tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, drawing the two little ones out of their bedroom with excitement.
The five of them gathered around the table, and Christina diligently served the children, their faces lighting up with pure happiness.
Camila proudly approached her father, her head held high, and fearlessly shared the news. “Daddy, we encountered a robber in the supermarket parking lot earlier. He took Mommy’s money and wanted her ring too. But Mommy refused to take it off because she treasured it so much.”
Lucas chimed in. “It’s because Mommy cherishes her wedding ring and values her relationship with Daddy, isn’t it?”
Christina cleared her throat, cautioning them to be mindful of their words. Since when did they become so talkative?
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Meanwhile, Nathaniel knitted his brow, his expression inscrutable, making it difficult to discern his thoughts.
Christina shifted the plates closer to the children and reminded them, “No talking during the meal.”
“Okay…” The two little ones acknowledged and began eating quietly.
The atmosphere at the table was starkly divided. On one side, Christina’s interaction with the children. exuded warmth and affection, creating a heartwarming scene. On the other side, the tension between Nathaniel and Francis lingered throughout the dinner, casting a palpable sense of unease.
After the meal, Christina took the two adorable children to bathe and tucked them into bed, completely disregarding the presence of the two grown men. They can do what they want as long as they don’t start a fight.
Once Christina had put the two children to sleep, it was already past nine in the evening. They should be leaving by now, shouldn’t they?
As Christina stepped out of the dining area, she observed the two men still seated, their postures rigid and unmoving, resembling frozen sculptures.
Nathaniel’s icy gaze fell upon Francis. “Care for a drink?”
Francis maintained his cautious demeanor, acutely aware of Nathaniel’s nature. He knew that if Nathaniel were to offer him a drink, it would undoubtedly be laced with poison.
“Don’t consider yourself a true man if you can’t even handle a simple drink,” Nathaniel provocatively
taunted.
“Sure. But I don’t think there’s wine here, right?” Francis took a sidelong glance but did not find any wine bottle in the new condominium.
A corner of Nathaniel’s lips quirked up. He pulled out a few bottles of wine from his bag and said, “Christina, bring us two gla*ses, please?
Christina rose from her seat and made her way to the kitchen, retrieving two gla*ses. She unfastened the cork and poured the wine into the gla*ses, filling them to the brim.
The table was filled with an eerie silence as the two of them sat, consumed by their drinks without uttering. a word. What should have been a leisurely moment of sipping wine turned into a battle of wills, as if they harbored a personal vendetta against the alcohol itself, each determined to outdrink the other.
Before long, they emptied a bottle of wine to the last drop.
Nathaniel remained composed, his face showing no signs of intoxication. He sat firmly in his seat, as if unaffected by the alcohol.
On the other hand, Francis’ face flushed crimson, and the skin on his neck began to redden. He anxiously scratched his neck and asked, “What wine is it?”
“Rum-infused with juniper berries. Isn’t it especially tasty?” Nathaniel raised his cold gaze, his voice falling like a sharp blade.
Francis’ complexion instantly turned pale and then red. He exclaimed with a hoarse voice. “You know well that I’m allergic to juniper berries. You did this on purpose!”
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