HONEY, Love Me One More Time novel Chapter 186

With her hand on the doorknob, Estelle was stunned when Cristofer suddenly came into her view.
And it was not until a few seconds later that she realized that the man in front of her was not Cristofer but Mr. Mysterious. 
“Mom, is Dad back?” Yohan ran over happily and held Estelle’s arm. Then with his eyes full of curiosity, he blinked his big eyes and looked at Cristofer.
But after a few seconds, he frowned slightly.
Seeing his expression, Cristofer became nervous and flustered. He immediately squatted down and took Yohan's hand, saying, “Hi, Yohan. It’s Dad.”
Still frowning, Yohan walked around him and asked in confusion, “Dad, do you really have a superpower?”
“What?” Cristofer was confused. 
“Mrs. Moorsum said you are a superhero. Dad, what superpower do you have?”
Amused by his words, Cristofer laughed and said, “Only when I need to beat the bad guys can I show my superpower. At other times, I can’t let others know about my superpower and have to keep a low profile.”
Hearing this, Yohan nodded. “I see!”
Cristofer then bent down and picked him up. After that, he held Estelle’s hand and walked into the room, hand in hand with her.
His hand was big and warm. As he walked, he gently stroked her fingers with his thumb, especially her ring finger.
Feeling the warmth of his palm and the gentle touch on her finger, Estelle couldn’t help but blush.
“Estelle.”
Estelle, who was in a daze, was startled when he suddenly called her. “Sir, what’s up?”
“Since you’ve resigned, you should have had much free time recently, right?”
“Yes.”
“You have designed so much jewelry. It’s time to design one for yourself,” Cristofer said.
As he spoke, he intertwined his finger with her ring finger and gazed at her meaningfully. 
With a slight flush on his cheek, Estelle pulled her hand out of his shyly and went toward the kitchen as she said, “I... I’m going to help Mrs. Moorsum with cooking.”
“Miss Hudson, the dinner is ready. You’ve cooked many dishes. Did you forget it?” Mrs. Moorsum said when seeing Estelle come to the kitchen.
Hearing this, Estelle felt a little embarrassed and stammered, “Well, then... Let me help you take the dishes to the table.”
“No, thanks. Miss Hudson, I’ve been working as a maid for decades. Look, I can carry four dishes at a time,” Mrs. Moorsum said as she skillfully picked up four dishes together and walked out of the kitchen.
Seeing this, Estelle stood there dumbfounded for a long time.
“Estelle.” In the living room, Mr. Mysterious called her.
“I’m coming,” Estelle said and walked toward him.
The living room was not very big, and most of its space was occupied by Yohan's toys and Yvonne’s baby products. 
Estelle had thought that Mr. Mysterious would feel uncomfortable staying in such a cramped space. But to her surprise, he adapted to the environment quickly. 
Holding Yvonne in his arms, Mr. Mysterious was sitting on one end of the sofa, and Yohan was sitting on his legs and playing with Yvonne.
The sofa was bought by the landlady before, and it was big enough for Estelle and Mrs. Moorsum to sit on it together.
But for Mr. Mysterious, who was tall and had long legs, it was too small and occupied. And at this moment, his sitting posture looked a little funny and strange.
Yohan was lively when staying with Mr. Mysterious. He took Mr. Mysterious’ legs as a slide and slid down his legs again and again.
“Well...” Estelle cleared her throat uneasily and said, “Yohan, come here. It’s time for dinner.”
However, Yohan was not in the mood to have dinner at all.
He was so happy because he finally saw his father. What made him more excited was that his father was a superhero. Nothing could make him more excited than this.
“Dad!” 
“What’s up?” Mr. Mysterious was happy to hear Yohan call him Dad. 
“A superhero can do everything, right?”
“Yes.”
Yohan then threw himself into Mr. Mysterious’ arms and said, “Dad, could you take me with you the next time you fly in the sky?”
“No. It’s too dangerous.”
Hearing this, Yohan was a little disappointed. But the next moment, he thought of something and quickly became happy again.
‘Mrs. Moorsum said that I look like Dad very much and am the mini version of him. Since Dad has a superpower, then I should have a superpower too!’
“Dad, will I also have a superpower when I grow up?” Yohan asked.
Mr. Mysterious caressed his head and replied to him gently, “Yes.”
“Then I can use my superpower to protect Mom!”
“Your Mom has been under my protection.”
“Then I’ll protect Yvonne!”
“Your sister will be protected by another superhero in the future.”
Yohan was puzzled when hearing this. “Then who should I protect after I have the superpower?”
Looking at his cute expression, Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said, “When you grow up, you will meet a girl you love. She is the one you should protect.”
“Is Mom the girl you love?”
Mr. Mysterious took a look at Estelle, who was looking at them and at a loss what to do, and then nodded firmly. “Yes. I will protect your mom well all my life. And before you and your sister grow up, I will also protect you well.”
Yohan cheered happily, slid down Mr. Mysterious’ legs, and bounced to Estelle. Then he held her waist and said in a sweet voice, “Mom, thank you!”
Estelle held him in her arms and smiled. “What do you thank me for?”
“Thank you for finding such a good dad for Yvonne and me!”
“Do you like your dad?” Estelle asked.
“Yes!” Yohan giggled. “If Dad can play video games with me, I will like him more!”
“No problem. I’ll play video games with you after dinner,” Mr. Mysterious said without hesitation. 
“Yeah!”
Perhaps it was because it was the first time that Yohan and Yvonne had seen their father that both were clingy to Mr. Mysterious today.
During dinner, Mrs. Moorsum wanted to take over Yvonne from Mr. Mysterious arms to make it more convenient for him to have dinner. 
But Yvonne seemed to not want to be separated from Mr. Mysterious, and she began to cry when Mrs. Moorsum touched her. 
Only when being held by Mr. Mysterious, she would smile. And the dimples on her face made her look very cute.
Sitting close to Mr. Mysterious, Yohan kept picking up food for him. 
“Dad, this is specially cooked by Mom for you! Have a taste!” he said as he pointed at a plate of stir-fried pork with cucumber on the table.
Estelle was good at cooking and had cooked this dish countless times for Cristofer before.