My Three Darlings by Anonymous novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

“Matthew?” Demarion was just about to go downstairs for some water when he found a suspicious man sneaking around in the corridor outside the study. With a frown, he said, “It’s so late already, what are you doing here?” Matthew froze momentarily. Taken aback, he hastily shushed the little fellow and pointed at the study. “Don’t make a sound! Your daddy is inside with your new mommy.” Demarion’s frown deepened and he quickly caught on after some thought.

The little guy pursed his lips and tugged at Matthew’s sleeve. “Since I can’t bother them, you can’t either.”

“Let’s go, I’ll treat you to some plain water!” 3

Matthew fumbled for a reply.

He stopped in his tracks and said, “You can go ahead.” “Your cousin brother Matthew has an important task to complete.” Demarion blinked in confusion and echoed, “Task? What task?” “Of course it’s to…” Matthew pulled out a pen recorder with an evil cackle. “Grandpa has always been doubting Uncle Beau’s sexual orientation… If I were to secure a recording, I would be able to ask him for an allowance…” Before the man could finish speaking, a large hand with slender knuckles swiped the pen recorder from him. At the same time, a low and indifferent masculine voice drifted into his ears, “Well, then, I’m sorry for disappointing you.”

Matthew turned stiff on the spot and turned around abruptly.

Behind him stood a man in a white shirt. He leaned against the door frame of the study and his gaze on him was elegant yet lazy. He held the pen recorder between two pinched fingers as he said, “Matthew, it appears to me that you no longer need Eliza’s help.” The color instantly drained from Matthew’s face.

“Uncle, you must have misheard me. “This pen recorder of mine… It was in fact to record Aunt Eliza’s voice analysis of my script.” “What script?”

A crisp female voice sounded from behind Beau.

Eliza emerged, still donning the bold nightgown, except that she now had Beau’s grey blazer over it.

The coat was huge and it dangled off her shoulders all the way to the middle of her thighs, entirely concealing her enticing figure from view.

“However...” The man’s inky eyes swept over Eliza’s burning little face. “There will be more chances in the future.” Eliza found herself wordless. She dared not meet his eyes. She could only bite the bullet and stride back into the study with the script in hand. “I’ll take a look for you.” Beau looked at her sullen figure and smiled. “Does that mean that mommy will have to work overtime tonight?” Demarion stared at Eliza with wide eyes. “That’s right.” “That’s too hard on her.” The little boy sighed and said, “I’ll ask Braint to make her some milk tea.” ‘Milk tea?‘ Matthew’s eyes lit up. “I’ll have a cup too.” Demarion looked up at him and said, “We only have plain water for you.” 12