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Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565 I’ll Pay For Everything Tonight

Alexander looked at her blankly for a few seconds, then raised his hand and accelerated the speed of the dripping water without hesitation.

Drip, drip, drip—

The water flowed down, splashing all over her face. Charlene’s breathing turned panicked, and she was about to lose her breath.

“Help, help!”

Charlene closed her mouth, trying to force out the water flowing into her nose, but the water was flowing too fast, and she couldn’t get rid of it at all.

 

“Please, save me…”

Alexander stood expressionlessly in place, completely indifferent. He had no sympathy for those who hurt Elise.

 

Charlene tried to resist until the last second, but when a lot of water was inhaled into her lungs, her nose, eyes, and ears began to ring, and she felt that her life was in danger. She finally panicked.

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything! Let me live! I don’t want to die!”

The next day, Elise got up early and went downstairs to make breakfast, but when she went to the kitchen, she saw Layla inside.

She stood by the door, at a loss of whether she should enter or not.

Layla turned off the stove hood before spotting her. After a moment of astonishment, she said lightly, “Go get your papa and Joey.”

“Oh, all right.” Elise responded blankly, and then turned back upstairs.

When she went downstairs again, breakfast was already on the table.

“Oh, aren’t these the breakfast we only have at our hometown? I haven’t eaten these for many years…” Quentin looked at the grand breakfast on the table and dug in.

Layla smiled inexplicably. She put a bowl of soup in front of him, then turned her head to look at Elise and stretched out her hand.

“What do you need?” Elise asked fearfully.

“I’m getting you soup.” Layla’s voice suddenly became several decibels louder. After speaking, she realized that she had unconsciously lost her temper again. She hurriedly lowered her voice and pointed to Elise’s left hand. “Give me your bowl.”

Elise smiled brightly and handed over her bowl obediently. “Thanks, Mama!”

For women, just a simple word or a sentence was enough for them to make up with each other.

They had their breakfast in silence. After Quentin put down his fork, he still felt a little greedy and reached out for the slice of bread on the plate.

Just as he was about to touch the bread, a fork suddenly stretched out and knocked his hand off.

“You still wanna eat? You don’t think your blood sugar is high enough, do you? This is for Elise. She works hard for her live broadcasts every day, and all you do is sit at home and do nothing, but you still want to take her food? I’m ashamed of you!” Layla said protectively.

“Fine, fine. I won’t eat anymore, all right?”

Quentin stood up and walked to the living room while deliberately saying bitterly, “When I eat with my two daughters from now on, I guess I won’t be full anymore!”

Though he said that, his face was full of smiles.

As expected, no one could resist Elise’s charms. Now he could finally rest easy.

“You old man, what nonsense are you saying…” Layla muttered. She turned her head and placed the bread on Elise’s plate. “Your papa just likes to fool around. Ignore him. Here, you should try this. It’s my specialty.”

“Thanks, Mama.” Elise took a bite and quickly gave a thumbs up. “It’s not sweet nor greasy, and the taste is just right. Mama, you’re amazing!”

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