Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter

Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Treated with spoiled


15 Minutes later, in the dining room. Daniel grazed his coffee while glancing at Lina who was enjoying ice cream. Does he not feel cold to enjoy a sweet soft cream that is suitable to be enjoyed when the heat is scorching. Just cut it off I don't want to be this early in the morning.


"I want more" Lina pinta biting the spoon.


"What?! No, you've finished three bowls of ice cream. We'll have another meal later in the day" said Daniel.


Lina glanced at the three bowls that were in front of her with the spoon still attached to her lips. "One more bowl, please." said Lina with a pleading gaze at Daniel like a spoiled cat.


"God, her face is so cute. No Daniel, don't be fooled by his cute face."


Daniel tried not to be affected by turning his face away from the full pleading gaze. But the unexpected thing was that Lina peeked at Daniel's cheek. The cold touch from Lina's aunt and the sticky brown cream left Daniel helpless. Plus the cute face of Lina who was very close to her face when she turned her head. How could Deniel reject Lina's wish like this.


"One more bowl."


"Well... I really can't refuse you. You're my spoiled little cat" Daniel pulled Lina and put her in his lap. "Take another bowl of ice cream" Daniel tells Judy.


"Thank you," Lina's smile was happy.


Daniel was also happy to see Lina back cheerful after the incident here. "What's not for you. As long as being able to see your smile is enough for me."


"Miss Lina, your ice cream."


Judy came back with a bowl of chocolate ice cream. He placed the bowl of ice cream in front of Lina and Daniel. Lina cheerfully received it and then ate the ice cream so deliciously.


"Pregnants don't like acid, why are you the opposite? Mala prefers sweet."


"I'm tired of sour, now it wants sweet."


"Slowly eat. Don't get this mess. You're like a kid now. Though soon want to be a mother," Daniel blocked the brown marks that mempel on the edge of Lina's lips. "I remember we haven't prepared some necessities for our baby, how about today..."


"No-no, we can buy all that when approaching the month of birth only. Looking at the whole baby gear makes me nervous" Lina cut.


"Are you still not ready to have a baby?"


"Not that. I really like kids, but I'm nervous about labor."


"Don't be afraid. I will always be by your side when that comes," Daniel patted Lina softly in a whisper. "Dad's son don't make it difficult for your mother later. So that your mother wouldn't be too afraid to take you to see the world."


"Are they going to listen to you?"


"Surely."


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At 10:08 Lina was relaxing on the balcony of the room while enjoying a cup of tea. The warm air hit Lina's soft face. This is where he looks at the city. I never thought Lina would be able to sit here. A mansion in an elite residential neighborhood. Live his new life with the person he loves. A man with gentleness and promised he would always be there for her. But on the other hand the man was also one of the young masters of the most vicious mafia members in the capital.


Lina's gaze was sidetracked when she saw a silver car entering the courtyard of the house. Um... Whose car is that? The feeling of all the cars in this house is black. Who is visiting today? Daniel's not home right now. He went to take care of some of the company's needs and is likely to be home later in the afternoon. Lina got up from her comfortable chair while supporting her stomach using her right hand. He walked slowly into his room.


"Hw... You're growing bigger."


"Daniel's a cold mother's son! Where are you, baby?"


Once inside, Briety's gaze was fixed on Lina who was standing at the end of the stairs. His eyes instantly decreased towards Lina's stomach. Realizing the direction of that gaze Lina rushed down her hand from her stomach for her mini dres to fall and hide her pregnancy. But the movement wasn't fast enough for Daniel's mother not to know.


"Te, it's true. You, you're pregnant," said Briety stammering after learning that.


Lina nodded her face. What would Daniel's mother think of this after knowing this? That a girl has become pregnant at the hands of her son who actually has a fiancee. Will Daniel's mother bless their relationship? Or will he drive Lina out into the streets? How will Nasif Lina and her two babies be? Lina's head is now filled with various thoughts but all of that is lost when the unexpected reaction from Briety.


"Well...! I expected!" Briety immediately hugged Lina's waist while rubbing her cheek on Lina's stomach in a fit of anxiety.


Lina was very surprised by the reaction from Daniel's mother. He was confused as to what to say. Being treated like this made Lina both bemused and embarrassed. "E... I, this... Mrs. Flours..."


Briety raised her face looking at Lina tampa releasing her arms. "What Mrs. Flors, Mrs. The flors? From now on you should call me 'Mother' understand?"


"I, mother?"


"Yes. You're now my son-in-law" Briety rubbed her cheek in Lina's stomach. "The size of your stomach is already quite large, at least it must have entered six months or seven months of pregnancy. That means in about three months I'm going to be a grandmother. Whoa... Pleasantly. They must be jealous of me who now has a grandchild" said Briety.


"Ep... Actually Ms. Flors, I mean mom..."


"Dear, what's wrong? I'll be a grandmother soon. I've been holding grandchildren for three months" Briety said.


"Actually my womb has just finished the fourth month of pregnancy," explained Lina timidly.


Hearing that Briety looked at Lina for a moment in silence. "But this is too big if you are just entering the beginning of the fifth month. Or maybe... WAAH.....! ! !" briety's shout grew louder as soon as something flashed through his mind. "I'm going to have two grandchildren at once!"


"Well..." Lina let out a long sigh as she saw the behavior of Daniel's mother. "Actually three."


"Three? Three can also. What?!!"


"Hide... Sorry, sorry. Kidding."


"You make me happy half to death."


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