Devil President's Night Bride novel Chapter 88

Her phone rang and a message popped up.

"In fact, I regretted as soon as I lay on the bed. If nothing goes wrong, you should be ready to be a godmother." It was from Maggie.

Amanda collapsed to her chair and covered her mouth, tears coursing down her cheeks. Generally speaking, it was a good thing, but she did not know why she felt sad. She was sad, but she was glad that Maggie did not choose the way she had been.

A woman stopped at the end of the hallway. She could tell that the woman was not a stranger to her from a distance. She slightly pressed her enchanting red lips and said, "Amanda was crying in the maternity ward. She looks interesting. Miss. Rose, you will be interested in it."

"Hey, Amanda, Can you get home on time? What time is it?" When Darren called, his tone was full of displeasure.

Then she realized that Nola had asked for leave. She was now the cook of the house, so she couldn't help but mumbled, "You used to have so many parties. Why don't you just go to dinner with someone?"

But she went home quickly.

"Let's make dumplings." She went back home and brought some dumpling wrappers. While he was sitting on the sofa in the living room and reading the newspaper, he said indifferently, "it's up to you."

"Anyway, You just eat when the meal is ready." Amanda proposed.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Asked Darren.

She was a little surprised, but since Darren asked, she said right away, "Come here and pack it for me."

"You didn't even make filling for dumpling." Darren walked in, glanced around the kitchen and frowned.

Amanda chuckled, "I already booked my labor force."

Darren looked at her red eyes and frowned. "What happened?"

"What?" Amanda was flustered.

"Did you cry?"

"Just the sand got me wrong."

"Do you think I will believe such an excuse?" Darren said lightly, "don't let me check by myself."

"I'm really fine," she said immediately.

As it came to Maggie, it was improper to talk more about her. She also didn't know how the child was.

But he didn't ask more, just turned around and said, "Let me know if you need my help later."

Seeing that Darren didn't ask more questions about it, Amanda felt a little relieved. She went to the kitchen and asked, "What kind of filling would you like?"

"Don't add celery or onion to the dumplings, leave the rest to yourself." Said Darren.

"You're so picky about food." She washed the vegetables deftly and prepared the ingredients. When everything was ready, she walked out and called out, "Darren, come here and pack it for me." In the living room, Darren was talking on the phone. Hearing her shout, he looked a little uneasy. Obviously, he heard it, so he hung up the phone and went to the kitchen.

"Well, wash your hands first." Then she prepared the filling and dumpling wrappers.

The colorful fillings were put in different bowls, which looked like children's play dough. Darren frowned and said, "the fillings are so strange, where are so many bright colors?"

"It's no big deal. We have so many dishes at home. Don't waste time. Go and make the meal." She stretched herself and took off the apron.