Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 137
"Good morning, my dear Marissa!"
Hello Marcello to the wife who just woke up from her sleep. Marissa gave a small smile as she rubbed her eyes which still felt blurry.
"I'm bad luck, huh?" ask Marissa.
"No, honey, but today we're going to spend our day together, like yesterday," marcello replied, walking towards him with a tray full of chicken porridge with a glass of water.
Marissa leaned her body on the bed, smiling to welcome her husband. Marcello is now sitting next to him, showing Marissa the contents of the bowl.
"Special chicken for my special lady. I prepared this porridge myself for you. Starting from choosing the bowl, putting the porridge, giving a sprinkling of completeness, but honey, I'm not the one who made it. This is my mother-in-law's best made in the whole country" said Marcello with his naughty cling.
Marissa chuckled softly and it made Marcello very happy. Marcello grabbed a spoon and wanted to feed Marissa.
"Let's go, Dad. I haven't washed my face,"
Slowly Marissa got up from her bed and sauntered into the bathroom. Marissa looked at her face in the mirror. His face looked pale and his eyes were a bit swollen because from yesterday to last night, his tears just kept flowing nonstop.
"You have to get up, Cha! You cannot be weak! What your husband said is true. There are two lives that now depend on you!" marissa said with trembling lips.
Marissa washed her face immediately and after that, she went back to the room. Marcello again threw his smile to Marissa who now looked fresher.
"Come here, have breakfast first. Let me take a bribe" said Marcello.
Marissa sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Marcello to feed her. The first mouthful slid in his mouth. Usually he was most eager to eat porridge made by his mother, but now somehow the pleasure of the porridge seemed to disappear. Even so, he continued to welcome feed after mouthful and finally the porridge was ludes, entering into his stomach.
"The bury's good, isn't it?"
"Okay, I don't know. All I know now is that my twins need to eat" Marissa replied blankly staring at Marcello.
Marcello immediately grabbed Marissa's body and carried the woman into his arms.
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Sofia noticed the expression of the occupants of the mansion since yesterday. Something was different from the days before. If before the place always looks bright and makes all residents and workers excited, but this time it looks more gloomy. Even the workers seem not eager to do their job.
Suddenly he saw Joe from a distance. The cold man walked towards him with an aura of a gloomy face, just like the current state of the mansion.
"Mr Joe, may I ask you something?" sofia said when Joe was nearby.
"Hmm, uh,"
"Why does everyone look so somber, Mr Joe? Or is it just my feeling?"
Half-running, Sofia follows Joe who has absolutely no desire to stop his steps. Joe suddenly stopped his steps then quickly turned to face Sofia.
As a result of Joe stopping without warning, Sofia hit Joe's large body until both circles stick perfectly on the man's body.
Especially at that time Joe only wore a thin shirt wrapped in his six pack body, making the full circle of Sofia felt so chewy when it hit his body.
Joe rounded his eyes, and so did Sofia after realizing the embarrassing incident. Joe reflexes pushed Sofia's body until the girl's body retreated a few steps back.
"Just do your job well. Don't find out something that doesn't concern you, little lady!" joe looked at Sofia with a serious face.
Sofia's eyes twitched as she returned the man's cold gaze. The look that made Sofia curious.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Joe." Sofia raised both of her hands while fixedly staring at the two cold Assistant eyeballs.
Joe immediately turned around and quickly stepped back, leaving Sofia who was still staring at him until the man disappeared from his sight.
"Huh! Look at that guy's gaze, making me melt!" sofia muttered while stroking her chest.
"Yes, God. Why am I even fascinated by that old virgin! Though she was twice my age," he muttered again, chuckling softly, the girl grabbed her fighting gear and then resumed her work.
Joe stroked his chest. His heart suddenly beat with an irregular rhythm after the incident. He took a few deep breaths and then slowly threw them away. I hope his strange feelings disappear soon.
"Don't till I lick my own spit. I don't want to embarrass myself, let alone I've stated to Mr. Marcello that the little girl is not my type. Hhhh," he muttered as he continued to step towards the front yard of the mansion.
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