The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 2415

Chapter 2415

"No, wait!” shouted Cameron.

Perhaps even Wayion himself did not expect the thing that helped him win over Cameron's heart was his cooking skills.

"You want to eat, but you don't want to forgive me," he said with a frown tugging at the center of his forehead. 'This is difficult. You're confusing me. I don't know what you want anymore."

"Did I say I'm not going to forgive you?"

He raised his eyebrows. "So you forgave me?"

Cameron stretched her arm and reached out for the plate of short ribs. She looked at Wayion and smiled. "Of course. I'm not a petty-minded person. A good woman like me doesn’t fight with men."

Wayion pushed her hand away and said, "Nah, I guess I should finish this plate of short ribs myself."

"No!" Cameron pounced on him from the back and hugged him. "I'm really hungry. Please let me eat it."

He was stunned.

'Is she begging me?’

She looked just like a greedy kitten asking him for food.

Wayion turned around to look at her and smiled. "Go wash your hands."

'Revenge is a dish best served cold.'

With that thought in mind, Cameron went to wash her hands.

After Cameron filled her stomach and was resting on the chair, Wayion

looked at her with his fingers crossed under his chin and asked, "Are you done?"

She looked at him in confusion.

Wayion rose to his feet and said, "If you're done eating, then it's my turn."

The alarm in Cameron’s heart rang as she watched Wayion walk toward her. Just when she sprang out and was about to run away, Wayion grabbed her and threw her on his shoulder. As he brought her upstairs, she shouted, "Put me down, Wayne! Hey! Can you hear me? Put me down!" i

Two days later, at Bassburgh...

The news of Daisie’s pregnancy was spreading all over the town. Although neither Daisie nor Nollace came forward and responded to the rumors, her fans had been giving her their blessings in advance.

Some of the fans even saw Nollace and Maisie going shopping for baby clothes, so everyone was certain that Daisie was pregnant.

Zephir was drinking wine alone in front of the counter. A scantily dressed woman holding a wine glass sat on the chair beside him. "Sir, are you in a bad mood? Do you want me to have a drink with you?"

Gripping the wine glass, Zephir asked, "How much?"

The woman was dumbfounded. "What do you mean?”

Zephir turned around to look at her and asked again indifferently, "I'm asking you how much for a night?"

The woman felt insulted. Her face sank as she sprang up from her chair. "F* ckyou!"

She grabbed her bag and stormed away.