Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 821

Chapter 821

Charmine knew Waverly had come out, but instead of getting off of Anthony's lap, she continued to lean against him. "No need. If my husband said so, I trust you. Furthermore, she's merely a decoy, and we don't have to mind her."

With that, Charmine suddenly frowned. "Husband, I'm quite hungry."

'Til ask Mozart to come over,” offered Anthony and took out his phone, only to be held back by Charmine. "No way, I want to eat the breakfast made by my husband. That'll be more romantic."

Anthony was speechless.

This woman was that addicted to this game?

Regardless, he would always satisfy her request.

"Alright, I'll go and make it.”

He placed her on the sofa and stood up, about to walk toward the kitchen.

Waverly, who was in the corridor, clenched her fists tightly.

Damn Charmine... She was rubbing it in her face! How could she make the high-above Anthony her personal chef?

All of a sudden, Charmine suddenly grabbed Anthony's large hand. "I suddenly thought of something. Women should be the ones preparing meals. How can I let you do it? Just sit back."

Anthony frowned. He did not know what she was playing.

Waverly let out a relief. Hmph! At least Charmine knew her place.

Just as she was having this thought, Charmine suddenly said, "The man should be taking care of matters outside the household while the woman takes care of the house itself. A man shouldn't have to enter the kitchen; let the woman prepare the meal. Waverly, aren't you Anthony’s fiancee? Why are you still standing here?" 1

Waverly frowned. "What did you say?"

"You're Anthony's fiancee, and you're likely to spend the rest of your life with one another... Do you not want to cook for Anthony? Does a woman like you don't know how to cook?" Charmine interrogated her coldly, causing Waverly’s face to stiffen. 1

If she said she did not know how to cook, Anthony would definitely look down on her, but if she said she knew, would a wealthy heiress like her have to make them breakfast?

Seeing that she did not speak, Charmine’s eyes twinkled devilishly.

"Husband, it seems that Ms. Waverly doesn't know how to make breakfast. Didn't you say you'll make your choice between the two of US last night? You better not marry her, or you'll never be able to taste a home-cooked meal. Sit here while I make breakfast for you," spoke Charmine as she walked toward the kitchen, reaching out to get the apron.

Waverly instantly walked up to her and grabbed the apron from her.

"I'm Anthony's fiancee, so I'll make it!"

Even though she knew this was Charmine trying to trigger her, she had no choice.

She had just gotten the time to spend with Anthony, yet she did not know how long this relationship could last. She must make Anthony fall for her, to make him look at her differently!

As for breakfast...