Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Just at this moment, Morgan Clarke knocked on the door from outside: “Cindy.” Cindy sighed in relief and hurriedly opened the door.

Morgan Clarke stood with his hands on his hips and asked, “Uncle, why did you lock me out?”

Adrian Zhekova walked out and picked up Morgan Clarke as he went: “Really? I didn’t see you.”

Adrian Zhekova lowered his head and stretched out his palm, measuring it above Morgan Clarke’s head.

The little boy barely reached his own thigh.

“You’re too short,” Adrian Zhekova said, bending down to emphasize how short Morgan Clarke really was.

He had to bend down so far just to see Morgan Clarke.

Morgan Clarke: “…”

Ha, it would be a wonder if I let you be alone with Cindy!

“Uncle, come and play with me!” Morgan Clarke said maliciously. Cindy took the opportunity to say, “Well, I’ll leave Morgan to you.” Then, Cindy instructed Morgan Clarke, “Don’t be naughty with Uncle.”

“Don’t worry,” Morgan Clarke said as he took Adrian Zhekova’s hand. “Uncle, come watch Patrick Star with me.”

So, just as Adrian Zhekova was wondering what Patrick Star was, Morgan Clarke pulled him in front of the television to watch the cartoon about the starfish, showing no emotion on his face.

Adrian Zhekova felt that he had become a playmate without any emotions.

Morgan Clarke secretly yawned.

He didn’t like this cartoon either. It was too childish.

It was purely to get back at Adrian Zhekova.

He liked seeing Adrian Zhekova forcing himself to watch something he didn’t like.

However, Morgan Clarke was also punishing himself in the process.

He didn’t like it either!

As he watched the childish scenes in the cartoon, Morgan Clarke’s eyes gradually became heavy.

Finally, his head dropped onto Adrian Zhekova’s arm with a “thump.”

Adrian Zhekova looked down at him. This kid didn’t like the cartoon but insisted on watching it with him.

How silly?

After Morgan Clarke fell asleep, Adrian Zhekova gently picked him up.

He pushed open the first bedroom door and smelled a familiar fragrance in the room.

It was the fragrance of Cindy.

Looking at the decorations in the room, he could tell it was Cindy’s.

Cindy’s room was simply decorated, with mostly neutral colors.

Other than the dressing table, there were hardly any feminine items in the room.

Even though Adrian had never seen another woman’s room, he knew it shouldn’t be like this.

Adrian Zhekova gently closed the door and entered another room, which was Morgan Clarke’s room.

He lay Morgan Clarke down on the car-shaped bed, and only then surveyed the room.

In Morgan Clarke’s room, there was a special cabinet filled with his toys.

There were Gundams and different Lego sets that boys would like.

Each of these Lego sets was not cheap.

With a cabinet full of them, it was clear how spoiled Morgan Clarke was by Cindy.

Moreover, she was willing to spend money on her child.

This also proved that life with Cindy was pretty good for Morgan Clarke.

Not many children had the same conditions as Morgan Clarke.

Adrian Zhekova knew that, as a food blogger of Cain Velman’s level, Cindy made a lot of money.

Maybe not super wealthy, but definitely reaching the middle class.

There was no need for her to scheme for more money.

Adrian Zhekova looked down at Morgan Clarke.

Everyone said he looked like him.

At first, he didn’t give it much thought.

But with new information, Adrian Zhekova found that the child’s features really did resemble his.

Adrian Zhekova looked closely, noticing two strands of hair stuck to the collar

of Morgan Clarke’s clothes..