Of course, Charlotte was only kidding with that statent.
With her status as the darling of the Thompson Family, even if she were to cover for Jordan, her uncle would never take out his anger on her.
Jordan was well aware of this. He smirked, shrugged his shoulders, displaying a completely nonchalant deanor.
"Hey, wait a second, what are you trying to imply? You’re not expecting to help you out, are you?" Charlotte squinted at him, suspicion written all over her face.
Jordan let his eyes squint into slits as a slight curve ford at the corners of his mouth.
Just with that expression, Charlotte imdiately saw through his little plan.
"Don’t even think about it!"
Charlotte flatly refused.
While she is the family’s favorite, she’s not the type to put others in difficult situations.
Her uncles and aunts treat her so well that she wouldn’t dare stand in their way of disciplining their children.
Jordan’s smile froze on his face. He made a wry face for a mont and then sighed.
"Ah, it’s fine, co on. You know how it goes. Every ti I try sothing new, they will always scold . They don’t actually do anything, though. I’m not afraid, hehe!"
Jordan said with a grin, perfectly exemplifying the saying ’a pig doesn’t fear scalding water’.
All Charlotte could do was roll her eyes at him and remain silent.
"Right, where are the kids?"
Jordan changed the topic and started to look around.
Generally, these kids should be up and about by now. He had been back for a while and had yet to see a single child, which was quite unusual.
"They’re asleep. Druarus and Ashton have a ti difference, so they haven’t adjusted yet. They’re all exhausted from ssing around so much."
Only then did Jordan nod his head in understanding. "Oh, right, my bad, hehe."
"Hmph, so you know it’s your fault! If there’s a next ti, I definitely won’t let you off easy!" Charlotte pretended to be stern and scolded him.
The latter lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.
Charlotte looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already seven.
"It’s about ti. I’m going to wake them up. I’ll make dinner later."
She headed towards the children’s room, but was stopped by Jordan.
"No need, I’ll wake them up. I have a surprise for them."
Observing Jordan’s excited skipping, Charlotte couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle.
Indeed, he was still like an overgrown child.
She entered the kitchen in the suite.
Normally, suites in the BK Hotel did not have kitchens, but Charlotte’s did.
She didn’t want to eat hotel-prepared als every day, nor did she like takeout.
In her words, they lacked "a sense of daily life."
Compared to a life of luxury without lifting a finger, Charlotte preferred to take matters into her own hands.
So, this kitchen was specially designed for her by the manager of BK Hotel before she ca to Druarus.
Charlotte opened the fridge and quickly glanced at the ingredients inside.
It would be enough if she was alone, but now with Jordan and six kids...
Obviously, they would need more food. It seed that she would need to ask Jordan to go shopping later.
Charlotte started to cook by washing so rice.
anwhile, with the children...
Jordan, wearing a bear mask, tip-toed into the children’s room.
He felt grateful that Charlotte had put all the children to sleep in the sa room.
Quietly, he lifted the children’s blankets.
There was Cyrus, rubbing his sleepy eyes, groggily getting up.
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