Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband novel Chapter 3

Lottie busied herself in the kitchen for twenty minutes, making a Japanese omelet and a few cheesy potato pancakes. As she served these steaming dishes to the dining table, she said, “Elijah, come and eat!”

Elijah glanced at the watch. It was fifteen minutes before eight o’clock.

He stood up from the couch, gracefully walked over with his little short legs, and sat down at the dining table.

On the first floor, Fabian wiped the drool off the corner of his mouth and grunted coldly, “They smell good, but they look unappetizing.”

“Yummy.”

Elijah seemed to hear Fabian’s voice from upstairs as he tasted each dish and concluded blandly.

Lottie smiled and said, “If you like it, I’ll often make it for you.”

Speaking of which, she seemed to remember something suddenly and asked, “By the way, you stay here so late. Where are your parents?”

“Are you the child of a friend of Mr. Chapman’s?”

Before she got married, she hadn’t heard that Mr. Chapman had any children.

Elijah frowned and nodded, “Sort of.”

“I’ve expected this,” said Lottie.

Lottie nodded gently and added, “I didn’t expect Mr. Chapman to have a kind heart despite his ugly face."

At least, his friend’s child stayed in his home as comfortably as if they were in their own home, which proved that Mr. Chapman wasn’t as violent as he was in rumors.

“He’s not ugly.”

Elijah took a bite of his food and reminded in a low voice.

On the first floor, Ralph glanced faintly at Fabian drooling next to him. His eyes seemed to tell him, ‘Look at your brother, and then look at yourself.’

Of his sons, one tried his best to keep his noble appearance, but the other couldn’t wait to tell everyone that he was a monster.

Fabian pouted and said aggrievedly, “I just don’t want a stranger to be my mom.”

Ralph furrowed his brow slightly and turned to leave.

Downstairs, when Elijah finished his meal, it was already 8:10 p.m.

He ate very slowly and meticulously.

Finally, he put the two remaining uneaten cheesy potato pancakes on a small plate and took them upstairs with him. “Don’t stay up too late.”

As he stepped on the last step, he turned his head, glanced at Lottie, who was still standing blankly in place, and said coolly, “Don’t worry.”

“I’d back you up in the future.”

Although he was still a child, he had a noble and arrogant temperament. When he turned back to talk to her, his gaze was so dominant that he didn’t look like a five-year-old child.

Lottie had a momentary lapse of concentration.

A few moments later, she looked at his tiny back and was amused by his cool tone.

Even if she had some difficulty in adapting to this environment, it wasn’t her turn to be protected by a kid of this age, right?

Turning around, Lottie began to clean the kitchen and dining room. When everything was cleaned up, she didn’t dare to go back to that horrible bedroom.

Finally, Lottie sighed and slumped into the couch, covering herself with her jacket.

In the children’s room upstairs…

Elijah put the aromatic potato pancakes on Fabian’s nightstand.

But Fabian faced the wall, turning his cold back on Elijah. “I don’t want to eat.”

“Well.”

Elijah moved the plate of potato pancakes to his own nightstand.

Fabian was rendered speechless.

He pouted and started muttering, “We have made the agreement that we should never allow any strange woman to be our mom.””

“I don’t expect you to betray me so soon. Traitor!”

Elijah sat back on his bed and looked at Fabian’s back, “She cooks very well.”

“She isn’t our mom even if she’s a good cook!”

Fabian scratched the wallpaper on the wall aggrievedly with his tiny fingers, “I want my birth mother, my birth mother!”

Elijah sighed across from the bed as he looked at the ceiling and whispered, “But our birth mother is dead.”

His mind was more mature than Fabian’s, so he knew very well that their birth mother would never come back.

And their daddy shouldn’t be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

The woman downstairs was quite nice.

“She’s not dead.”

Fabian clenched his little hand into a fist, “Mom must still be alive and waiting for us to look for her!”

Elijah closed his eyes and ignored Fabian’s murmurs.

The children’s room instantly fell into silence, with the aroma of cheese wafting through the air.