After speaking, she glanced at Sylphiette and turned to walk to the rear house.
“You…”
If she were not at Evan’s place, where she had to put up an act, she would have walked over and given Nicole a hard slap in the face.
I’ll get back at her for this!
When Nicole falls into my hands, I must give her several slaps in the face!
“I’ll then beat your disgusting face to a pulp!”
As soon as she finished cursing under her breath, she heard Evan cough.
She quickly regained her composure, turned around, and assumed a modest and graceful manner again.
“What about the kids, Evan?”
“I’m going out, so please look after them.”
Why should I look after Nicole’s brats?
Although she was extremely reluctant deep down, she nodded her head in agreement as she parted her red lips slightly and replied in a gentle tone, “Don’t worry, Evan, I’ll take good care of them.”
“That’ll be great.”
Sylphiette watched Evan walk away, while the expression on her face turned ghastly. The earlier gentleness disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by reluctance and impatience instead.
She turned to enter the house and saw Kyle and Juan playing with Lego.
From time to time, Juan made faces and giggled, while Kyle stared at Lego with a stern face, his eyes unblinking.
In front of Maya, there was a stack of pastries. She was eating with relish while taking a sip of milk tea every now and then, enjoying herself. Yet, she looked like a stupid pig to Sylphiette.
Why don’t they go to Nicole’s side to play Lego and eat pastries? Why must they stay here?
I guess I can take this opportunity to get rid of them, so that I have the chance to spend time alone with Evan when he comes back.
With this in mind, Sylphiette immediately walked up to Juan and Kyle. “Are you having fun?”
Looking up, Kyle gave her a cold look. “What do you think?”
“I think you must be having fun. Look at how happy you are.”
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