Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1885

"Am I wrong? Don't you just want to bring my son and marry him? Monica White, listen to me clearly. If you dare to be related to this man, I'll let you live well forever. If I can't see my son, it will be serious! "Stinson Wayne's tone became colder and he almost froze her.

Monica White sneered, silent.

"You'd better listen to every word that I say!" Stinson Wayne hated that someone would not take his words seriously, so he reminded her again.

"Stinson Wayne, can you be quieter!" Monica White felt that she was going to be annoyed by him. Then she won't be in his car again.

Stinson Wayne: "..."

Well, this woman really ignored his existence and even ignored his cold threat.

Did he dare to be so arrogant by giving him a son?

Monica White took out her phone again. She wanted to listen to songs.

Unexpectedly, the phone was snatched away by the man.

"Stinson Wayne, what are you doing?" Monica White's beautiful eyes instantly glared. This man did not stop in a moment.

"I want to see my son's pictures, all the pictures!" The man had a good reason.

Monica White had to sigh: "I'll give you a copy of all the photos. Please return the phone to me!"

"I'm talking about all the photos, including the photo of you and son, don't miss out on it, even one!" Stinson Wayne demanded her arrogantly.

Monica White really wanted to kneel down. Who gave him the courage to dominate her here?

"I'm sorry, I can't!" Monica White also replied, learning his overbearing tone.

Stinson Wayne's face darkened for a second.

The atmosphere stiffened, and when they arrived, it was just in time for the school to open the door and let the children come out.

Gabe carried a small school bag and a pair of blue plaid shirts. His short black hair covered her forehead, and her big, bright eyes were bent into crescent moons.

Daddy and Mummy came over to pick him up from school, he was so happy.

The little guy ran over, and Stinson Wayne wanted to bend over to hug his son, but he did not expect that the little guy directly rushed into the arms of Monica White. His two short hands held her tightly together. Monica White's cheeks were greasy and crooked: "Mummy, I'm so happy, you can come with Daddy!"

Monica White gently kissed her son's short hair: "Mummy must have counted."

The jealous expression on someone beside him could no longer be noticed. Along with that, there was a deep sense of loss.

Well, he should be used to it. Son was raised by this woman.