"It's no trouble!" Henry lowered his charming eyes, and his tone was emotionless.
"Daddy, why does Mommy have ginger tea? I don't have any!" Little Nomi's soft voice rang out. "Daddy, do you only love Mommy and not me?"
The words of Little Nomi almost made Monique fall from the chair.
What did she mean by saying that he loved her and did not love Little Nomi?
It was obvious that he loved her but she did not love him.
Monique sat there awkwardly, as if she was guilty. She really didn't let Little Nomi say that.
After finally calming down, Monique looked at Little Nomi and said, "Little Nomi, eat quickly. After eating, go to school."
"I'll cook some for you next time." Henry's lazy and magnetic voice was full of doting.
He glanced at Monique's face and then looked at Little Nomi.
For some reason, her face turned red.
Today, for some reason, Henry seemed to have changed a lot.
Was this really Henry?
His tone was gentle and magnetic, and his eyes were doting on her.
"Did I fail to refuse just now?"
Was he still going to make her ginger tea?
And he had to cook more for Little Nomi.
Could it be that he had done something wrong?
She was really not used to it.
Monique was a little restless, so she picked up the dumplings in the bowl with her slender hands. She wanted to finish eating as soon as possible and left the dining table.
"Daddy!" Little Nomi pouted at Henry, looking extremely cute.
Little Nomi gave her father a kiss across the air, and then said in a childish voice, "Mommy, daddy, and me. We're a family in love, right? Mommy!"
Indeed, the three of them were sitting together now. They had something to say, just like the family of three usually ate.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..." Monique choked on the dumplings.
A family who loved each other.
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