After Kane left, the atmosphere beca much more harmonious.
But Christopher still hadn’t found an opportunity to get along with his ex-wife.
Because Alia, in order to avoid getting close to him, went to play with bubbles again with Hope after changing her clothes.
Christopher sat on the mat, his eyes always following the mother and daughter, his gaze filled with laughter, and his handso face charming.
His phone rang, and he took it out, glanced at it, and answered, "Hello, Benny."
"I need a vacation! This trip to Europe exhausted , but I finally brought back the person you wanted."
Christopher’s mouth curled into a smile, "Have you gotten off the plane?"
"Yeah, just landed, haven’t left the gate yet."
"You better hurry out, that foreigner has already gone to the airport to pick people up. No need to co to the office, I’m giving you half a month’s vacation."
"Half a month? You’ve finally seen the light."
"Cut the small talk, just keep the secret."
"Got it!"
After hanging up, President Hart was in a great mood. He sprang up and moved towards the mother and daughter, joining their bubble battle.
Alia thought his good spirits were because Kane had left, and she glared at him resentfully, too lazy to bother with him, only focused on her daughter.
By the ti it was past two in the afternoon, Hope was tired.
Alia glanced at the man, "How about we go back? Let Aunt Harper give Hope a bath, and let her have a good sleep."
Christopher retorted, "Aren’t you taking her ho?"
The woman was startled, not expecting him to welco her taking their daughter away so readily.
Looking at his gentle and smiling expression, Alia always felt sothing was off, as if there were so kind of conspiracy or trick.
But after thinking it over, she couldn’t figure anything out.
"Since you say so, I’ll take Hope back with ." Alia decisively called her daughter to her feet, "Sweetheart, let’s go, go ho with Mommy."
"Mommy... I can’t walk anymore, I’m so tired..." The little girl looked pitiful, pouting and acting coquettishly.
"Alright, Mommy will carry you, okay?"
"Mhm!" Hope spread her arms wide, waiting for her mother to bend down, then clambered up like a little monkey.
Alia frowned slightly, and hitched the little girl perched at her waist up a bit, then turned to look at the man and bluntly said, "You clean up this stuff. Find soone to co pick it up or take a taxi back; it’s up to you. I’m taking Hope and leaving first."
"What do you an by that?!"
President Hart was taken aback, looking at the ss on the ground, hands slightly spread, eyes wide, "You’re just going to leave like this?"
"Yeah, we’re not going the sa way. Besides, I can’t help you tidy up while holding Hope."
With that, she simply walked away, not caring about how unsatisfied or shocked the man was, carrying her daughter.
Hope waved her hand, "Bye Daddy."
"Little ingrate!"
"Humph! Daddy is the big bad wolf!" Hope mischievously made a face.
It was this face that suddenly reminded Christopher of the little boy who always loved to make faces at him—Snow’s nephew.
So, a naless anger surged in him.
"Don’t take Hope to play with that brat!" he ordered loudly, with a fierce tone.
Whether Alia heard or not, she didn’t turn back and just kept walking.
President Hart looked at the pile on the ground and felt a headache coming on.
But he couldn’t just leave it there, polluting the environnt.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he could only call Aunt Harper, asking her to bring people to clean up and to have the driver pick him up and take him ho.
Hope rested in her mother’s arms for a while, and once they got back to the car, she perked up again.
"Mommy, Daddy broke up with that actress," the little girl babbled.
Alia, of course, was aware of this, but her daughter bringing it up made her feel sowhat amused.
This little girl was still thinking about matchmaking.
"Is that so..." she responded casually, not really concerned.
"Yes! Last night, as soon as we left, we hadn’t driven very far when Daddy kicked that lady out of the car."
"Your dad is really heartless."
"Daddy likes you!"
"Ha, you can’t trust what your dad says." She hadn’t wanted to expose her daughter’s illusion, but since the little girl was so intent on matchmaking, she wouldn’t hold back either.
"Tell Mom the truth, was the picnic today your dad’s idea?"
Hope blinked her big eyes in surprise.
"Did daddy tell you not to tell Mom?"
The little girl covered her mouth with her hands and shook her head.
That gesture said it all.
It seed that the guy was definitely a scoundrel.
Flirting around with an ever-changing stream of new loves while still having designs on her, using their daughter as bait.
Was running such a large public company not tiring enough for him—dreaming of being a ti managent master with old flas and new ones all gathered together?
Contemplating these things, Alia’s disdain for him grew even deeper.
So, if he told her not to bring their daughter to play with that "wild child," then she would do just the opposite!
Why couldn’t siblings play together?
If one day he found out that the so-called wild child was his own son abandoned out in the world, she wondered how he would win his son’s heart back!
Mother and daughter returned ho, and Kane had not yet co back.
Sister Jones, living with Noah and Ethan at Kane’s place, told Hope that was where her brothers lived.
"Noah, you said yesterday that you wanted Auntie to bring sister over to visit our house, and here we are."
Alia shared a knowing look with her son, and mother, son, and daughter started their act again.
Sister Jones was sent off on a holiday again, and the house was left with just the four of them, free and relaxed.
For Alia, this scene was heaven.
"Brother, my daddy doesn’t allow to play with you anymore. I might not be able to co over to visit your house in the future," Hope said to her brothers as they played, her voice suddenly sullen.
Ethan was startled. "Why?"
"I don’t know."
But Noah knew.
That man looked down on him every ti he saw him and even scolded him, calling him a wild child.
"Sister, you can’t always listen to the adults. If what they say is right, we listen; if it’s not, we don’t."
"Is that okay?"
"Of course. If you don’t tell him you’re playing with us, won’t that solve the problem?"
"But that’s lying."
"Well, who told him to be unreasonable?"
Hope looked at Noah, feeling there was so truth to her brother’s words.
It was Daddy who was unreasonable first, and that’s why she would lie.
"Okay, I won’t tell Daddy!"
Alia sat on the sofa, listening to the three children chatting with a loving expression on her face.
Although the advice the oldest son was giving his sister wasn’t entirely right and was sothing of a crooked idea, she decided not to correct him.
In this world, not everything was clear-cut right or wrong, black or white.
As long as the children had a moral compass and their values weren’t skewed, these little bits of mischief were harmless.
Her phone rang in her pocket, she took it out and smiled as she walked to the balcony to answer, "Hello, Kane, have you picked up your friend?"
"Yeah, I’ve got him, we’re nearly ho."
"Ho? Isn’t your friend staying at a hotel?"
Kane, driving, glanced at the blonde and blue-eyed "friend" who looked just like him in the passenger seat with a helpless tone, deliberately responding in Chinese, "She... refuses to stay at a hotel, insisting on coming to where I live..."
If he had spoken in English, Alia would have understood that this "she" was a woman.
But in Chinese, there was no distinction.
Thus, she naturally assud that Kane’s friend was male and laughed, "That’s fine, in that case, I’ll have Sister Jones take the kids to my place for the next few days."
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