The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Nolan ignored Quincy, acting as if he had been drugged by that woman and was addicted to her. It had only been half a day, and he already could not wait to see her.

‘Sure enough, I did give her three days to think about my offer, but it’s still too long.’

At Beach Villa…

When eating dinner, Maisie held the spaghetti on the plate with her fork but had no appetite a t all. She raised her eyes and looked to the front from time to time and felt like her children had been abducted.

“Tsk, Nolan is really too shameless for me to handle. He’s the one who said he’ll give me some time to think about it, but he will never miss the chance to come to my place for dinner.’

Daisie was sitting on her father’s lap-the feeling of being fed by her father was really amazing!

Of course, he did not only pamper Daisie. He would fetch Waylon and Colton some dishes from time to time. Waylon’s reaction was not as excited as that of Colton’s and Daisie’s, which at least provided Maisie with a little sense of comfort.

“Daddy, you should eat more. Try some of Mommy’s buffalo chicken wings!” Daisie placed a piece of chicken wings onto Nolan’s plate.

Maisie’s eyelids twitched. “Daisie, he has arms and hands. He can grab the dishes by himself.”

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“Are you jealous, Mommy?”

Seeing that Daisie looked extremely happy, Maisie almost bent the fork in her hand.

Nolan raised his eyebrows and rubbed Daisie’s hair. “Well, your mother might really be jealous.”

Maisie lowered her head to eat, not wanting to say another word. 1

Nolan placed one chicken wing onto her plate. “Don’t worry, I’ll pamper you too.”

‘I shouldn’t give my pretty little wife the cold shoulder just because of the kids. By the way, the phrase “pretty little wife” is indeed appropriate. 1

‘She’s in good shape, young, gorgeous-looking, and talented. She would pass with flying colors if there were to be an audition in search of a woman who could match my status. But this pretty little wife is really a pain in the *ss. She can only be looked at but can’t be touched. What should I do about that?’ 1

If Maisie were to know what Nolan was thinking at the moment, the bowl in her hand might most probably end up on his face.

She looked at the chicken wing that he had placed on her plate, picked it up immediately, and put it on Waylon’s plate. “Your father said he would still pamper you, so eat more.” Waylon glanced at Nolan, whose expression turned slightly gloomy, and calmly put the chicken wing into Colton’s bowl. “He’ll pamper you, eat another one.”