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Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 683

“Yeah, me too!” Ellie raised her hand and said, “I dreamed about Mommy and Mrs. Berry too. In my dream, Mrs. Berry woke me up in the morning, and Mommy was making hot cross bunnies in the kitchen.”

“I remember the hot cross bunnies Mommy made were a little salty.” Jamie felt a little dispirited all of a sudden. “If they ever come back, I promise to eat all Mommy’s salty hot cross bunnies and uncooked mac and cheese and drink her watermelon juice that smells like onion.”

“Me too.” Robbie raised his head and looked at Zachary. “We might be young, but Mommy and Mrs. Berry are always on our mind.”

“I miss them very much too.” Zachary rubbed Robbie’s head. “Don’t worry, Mommy’s going come home soon.”

Henry had once said children would not remember anything that happened before the age of three. The triplets, he believed, would forget who Charlotte was and embrace a new mother in no time.

Two years had passed, yet these three little ones had never forgotten Charlotte. They had been waiting for her to return.

 

What a coincidence for the little one to dream of their mother when she had made an unexpected appearance!

“Daddy…” Upon seeing the woman at the car park, Ellie stopped walking.

 

Zachary looked up and saw Cynthia standing next to his car with a lot of gifts. She instantly smiled the moment she saw the four of them from afar.

Robbie knitted his brows and pulled his hand away from Zachary.

Jamie, who was playing his Rubik’s Cube, wondered why they stopped walking. But upon seeing Cynthia, he, too, froze on the spot.

Cynthia ran in their direction and gave all the gifts to the children.

Initially, they wanted to turn down the gifts, but after seeing how sincere and delighted she was, they had no choice but to accept them. “Thank you.”

Cynthia was all smiles and gestured with her hands. “All of you are elementary school pupils now. Let me know if you need any help in your studies, okay?”

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