Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1876

Monica White's face was pale. Just as she wanted to refute it, she turned to think about it. Why did she explain so much to him?

"You don't care about me, I'm going to take a bath!" Monica White closed the door.

After eating a closed door, Stinson Wayne's handsome face was cold for the first time.

Was this woman really thinking that she could have no one in her eyes after giving birth to his son?

Hmm, he would let her know he was the owner of this house.

Monica White finished her shower, dried her long hair, and walked down the spiral staircase.

In the dining room, there was Gabe's voice.

"Daddy, our school is so big. I almost got lost today!"

The man's low and gentle voice was raised. "Is that so? If you walk around the school more often, you won't get lost if you are familiar with the environment."

"Daddy, there's a pretty female teacher asking about you today. She said you're so handsome." After the little guy ate a meal, he looked at him with a pair of bright eyes.

Stinson Wayne was stiffened. He immediately asked with a smile: "Then what did you tell her?"

" I said you don't see my father was glorious outside. He's very afraid of my Mummy at home.."

Just a moment after drinking a sip of water, Stinson Wayne choked, his face flushed red after he had coughed hard, staring at his son's serious face: "Do you really say that?"

"Mm!" The little guy nodded confidently.

"Oh!" Monica White, who had just reached the entrance of the restaurant, could not help but be amused by the son.

Stinson Wayne stared at her ferociously. "You taught son to say this?"

Monica White looked at him and said indifferently, "I'm not bored to do this."

"Daddy, it's not Mummy who taught me to say it. I'm going to say it myself. I think that female teacher likes you. How can she do that? You're my Mummy's person. I don't let other aunts like you."

The little guy's shrewd, black eyes flashed with complacency.

Stinson Wayne's handsome face was stiff again. Why did his four—year—old son understand so much?

"What does it mean to be his Mummy's person?" Stinson's eyes suddenly changed, and he looked at Monica White with a burning heart.

Monica White felt the deep meaning in his gaze and deliberately avoided it.

"Daddy, don't you marry my Mummy?" The little guy immediately panicked and worried.

Stinson Wayne's lips picked up slightly: "Son, you shouldn't ask me."

Stinson Wayne easily transferred the words to Monica White and wanted to see how she answered.

The little guy turned his head and looked at Monica White and asked, "Mummy, are you not willing to marry Daddy?"

Monica White glanced at her son and reached out to touch his little hair: "During dinner, you can't speak. Have I taught you?"

Gabe's big blinked eyes drooped down: "Oh, I won't say anymore!"

Stinson Wayne was waiting to hear her answer, but he did not expect her to say this.

He was annoyed. He had to endure this curiosity and eat elegantly.

Monica White was holding her phone while she was eating and replying to her work.

Monica White flipped through the drawings and made changes on the computer.

Stinson Wayne came out of the bathroom and put on a dark blue nightgown. A man's mature body was exposed in the air.

When he lived alone, he went to bed after taking a shower.

But now, after having a son, the first thing before he took a shower was to see if his son was asleep.

Of course, besides looking at her son, he wanted to see that woman.

Stinson Wayne felt that it was because he had not had a woman for too long.

It must be like this.

Gently opened the door, Stinson Wayne looked at the room with his handsome face.

His son fell asleep. What about that woman?

The first reflection of Stinson was the balcony.

Is she working again? Why was a little designer busier than him?

However, He thought about his mother suddenly. She had also done this job, but because of her family, his mother had not developed in this industry. She returned to family and the parents worked together to raise their four siblings.

Was Monica stupid, or was the company squeezing her skills?

Gently closing the door, he turned and walked towards the balcony. Sure enough, the half—closed door had a soft color.

Stinson Wayne stood by the door, his hands around his chest, and he looked at the woman who was sitting on the sofa cross—legged and staring at the computer.