This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Riding An Old Lady Across the Street

Raymond glanced at the distance from the kitchen to the living room, then at the apple that had been cleanly split in two, and couldn’t help letting out a silent whistle. Damn, what a shot.

But when his peripheral vision caught Wendy’s ominous expression, he wisely swallowed that praise.

At the same time, Maya had burrowed completely into his arms, wrapping tightly around his waist.

The girl’s body was small and soft, so light that it felt like holding a cloud.

Before this, Raymond had only ever held his sons, and he was used to their solid, almost concrete-like build. Suddenly holding a daughter who was soft all over, he found himself at a rare loss.

In the end, the man chose a stiff, almost robotic motion, lightly patting Maya’s back.

Clearly, even the coldest killer had no defense against a child like this.

Seeing this, Wendy wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

She crouched down and opened her arms. “Maya, what were you talking about with Dad that made you so happy?”

Maya threw herself into Mom’s arms and eagerly shared her wish. “Moin, when I grow up, I wanna raise pigs with Dad.”

Wendy shot Raymond a sharp glare, though her voice stayed gentle. “Why is that?”

Maya buried her head into Wendy’s neck and smiled but didn’t explain.

It was a habit she’d developed in her past life at the orphanage. She never took the initiative to build a relationship with her father.

In contrast, Kaia had been bright and carefree, never afraid of Thomas Jackson’s indifference, warming him like a little sun.

Naturally, compared to Maya, the unlikable daughter, Thomas had wanted Kaia to stay by his side and had sent Maya off into a political marriage with a wealthy family.

That was how she ended up with a fiancé.

Maya didn’t want some rich fiancé at all.

The more ordinary the family, the more secure she felt.

Besides, raising pigs properly really could be a stable, lifelong career.

While Maya drifted into her memories, Wendy grabbed Raymond, who was trying to lie lifelessly on the couch, and dragged him into the kitchen for a “meeting.”

Bang! The kitchen door shut behind them.

The smile vanished from Wendy’s face instantly. She gripped a kitchen knife and pressed it coldly against the artery at Raymond’s neck.

“If you ever spout nonsense to Maya again, I’ll chop you up.”

Raymond didn’t even bother moving, leaning lazily against the counter as he recalled the excited look on his daughter’s face just now. “Who told her to be that easy to fool?

“Based on my evaluation, Maya’s intelligence is roughly equal to that of an adult Labrador.”

She might not be smart, but she’s way more fun than my scheming, stiff sons.

Wendy tightened her grip on the knife and took a deep breath, barely stopping herself from making him bleed out on the spot.

She let him go irritably and began pacing around the counter, thinking through solutions.

No matter what, she couldn’t let her daughter be led astray by Raymond.

She had to think of something.

Suddenly, the woman stopped in her tracks and slammed the knife into the cutting board. “At Maya’s age, she should be in preschool.

“I think only school can give her proper values.

“What do you think, honey?”

Wendy knew perfectly well that their home environment wasn’t suitable for raising a normal child.

“Really?”

Raymond slowly flipped through a cookbook in the kitchen, his tone indifferent. “I don’t think school can teach her anything useful.”

“At the very least, it’s more reliable than learning how to take care of pigs from you.” Now that Wendy had a solution, her mood noticeably improved.

She kicked Raymond and ordered,

“Go find a school for Maya right now.”

Raymond lifted his gaze from the cookbook and saw the seriousness in his wife’s expression. He sighed, understanding there was no room for negotiation.

In that case…

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