"..."
No need!
Monique clutched the chopsticks in his hand tightly and looked at Henry in a confused look.
His handsome face was expressionless, and his facial features looked as perfect as if they had been carved by ingenious means.
And at this moment, he was really as cold as being carved.
He sat there motionlessly, cold and indifferent.
He was like a king who had descended upon the world. He exuded an aura that shook the world.
Monique's heart couldn't help but tremble.
She didn't understand what he meant by saying no necessary.
Was it because she didn't need to sleep with Little Nomi at night?
Or there was no need to tell Little Nomi!
She bit her lip and looked at his deep and charming eyes, wondering if she should ask him clearly.
However, when she looked into his eyes again, he found that there seemed to be some sadness in the way he looked at her.
Monique's fingertips trembled. It was an illusion!
It must be an illusion!
Monique looked away in a panic, and she was so nervous that her heart thumped wildly.
The explanation just now seemed to have exhausted all of her power.
She felt a little guilty.
Henry stood up directly and covered her with his tall and straight body.
Little Nomi jumped out with her short legs.
Her pink face was like a ripe apple in September, and her nose was pink and tender.
Her big black eyes were sparkling, and her pink and tender mouth was smiling happily.
"Mommy, I've changed my clothes and taken my schoolbag." Little Nomi raised her little head and looked at Monique with her big cute eyes.
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