Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 162: The Old Witch Who Refuses to Feed
"Charlie, your dad had something to do and left. Let’s close the door."
Elara Don turned around intending to close the door.
But Damon Hawke had already caught up.
"Charlie."
Elara Don hurriedly tried to close the door, but Damon Hawke pushed it open.
With a smile in his eyes, he looked at the woman’s slightly tense face.
Elara Don glared at him, "Mr. Hawke, now that you’ve delivered the food, you can go back. Rest assured, I will take good care of Charlie."
Big liar, hurry up and leave!
"I haven’t eaten yet."
Damon Hawke said leisurely, gazing at Elara Don longingly.
Elara Don moved her lips, wanting to retort.
But looking into the man’s deep eyes, she oddly sensed a hint of him being playful.
Her heart, uncontrollably softening.
"Mommy!"
Beside her, Dominic Hawke tugged at Elara Don’s hand, looking up at her with dark eyes.
Eyes just as black as the man’s, also pleading with her.
Sigh!
They’re truly father and son, aligned!
Alright, for the sake of her son, she reluctantly let the big liar in for dinner.
Hmm, she’s definitely not softening towards someone.
It’s just she can’t bear her son being sad.
Elara Don steeled her mind and opened the door with a stern face.
Dominic Hawke looked at Damon Hawke and winked at him.
Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow, reaching out to rub his little head.
Hmm, with his son here, how could he worry about not being part of her life?
Damon Hawke entered the house, glancing around.
Not comparable to his villa.
But it’s cozy and tastefully arranged.
Clearly showing the host’s taste.
"Is it just you and Charlie?"
Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow, not seeing Bea, and asked.
"My son went to my best friend’s house to play."
Elara Don answered with eyes downcast, clearing Leia Quinn and Bea’s dishes from the table.
"Such a lavish meal, have you guys almost finished?"
Damon Hawke sat at the table, looking at the remaining dishes, with a smirk.
"Yes, Mr. Hawke, I’m really sorry, there’s no extra food in the kitchen for you."
Elara Don intentionally said, "This table of leftover food, considering your status, you won’t be enjoying it either."
So, hurry up and leave!
Damon Hawke gave her a look, catching the craftiness in her eyes, raising an eyebrow.
He fixed his gaze on the half bowl of rice and asked, "Is this what you left?"
Elara Don glanced at it, "Yes."
Damon Hawke didn’t speak but picked up chopsticks and moved her bowl in front of himself.
Elara Don: "..."
What’s this man thinking?
Does he want to eat her leftovers?
Speechless!
"Mr. Hawke, this isn’t appropriate!"
Before he could use the chopsticks, Elara Don hurriedly snatched the rice back.
Damon Hawke looked up at her with an innocent face.
"I’m hungry."
The man’s handsome face showed a hint of grievance.
Should be a beast, but now looks akin to a pet kept by the owner.
Invoking love and sympathy.
Elara Don felt like an old witch right now.
An old witch refusing to feed anyone.
"Daddy, eat mine."
Beside them, Dominic Hawke’s eyes sparkled and he offered his small bowl.
Damon Hawke glanced at him, touched by his bright eyes, reaching out intending to take it.
"Shameless! You’re even taking your son’s food!"
Elara Don slapped his hand away, returning her son’s bowl in front of him.
Then she gave Damon Hawke a glare, "Wait here."
Disgraceful man, he’s really bold.
She went off to cook him a fresh meal!
Watching Elara Don’s slender figure disappearing into the kitchen, Damon Hawke smiled.
He knew it, soft-hearted as she was, how could she let him eat leftovers?
Of course, if it’s her leftovers, it seems like it’s not so unacceptable.
"Daddy, you’re quite the actor."
Dominic Hawke slowly exposed Damon Hawke while eating his rice.
Damon Hawke raised his eyebrow, "You’re not so bad either, thanks for the cooperation."
Dominic Hawke said nothing, but his eyes were bright as stars.
In the kitchen, Elara Don looked at the ingredients, fearing Damon Hawke would get impatient, she quickly cooked a bowl of noodles.
When the steaming noodles were ready, her almond eyes sparkled with evil.
She grabbed the chili powder nearby and sprinkled it without hesitation.
Isn’t the big liar here to mooch food and drink?
Hmm, as the host, she has to give him a gift at least.
Elara Don carried her masterpiece out of the kitchen.
At the table, Damon Hawke sat gracefully, waiting for Elara Don’s food.
Upon meeting the man’s deep gaze, Elara Don slightly lowered her eyes, hiding the guilt and reluctance in her eyes.
Ugh, what is she reluctant about?
Reluctant to let someone eat spicy food?
If he doesn’t like it, he can just leave!
No one forced him to stay.
"There you go."
Elara Don convinced herself and placed the bowl in front of Damon Hawke.
Smelling the aroma, Damon Hawke’s appetite stirred.
But upon seeing a layer of red oil floating on the noodles, his eyebrows furrowed.
Is the noodle spicy?
Normally, his meals are very light.
He doesn’t eat spicy food!
Damon Hawke instinctively looked up at Elara Don.
Just catching Elara Don’s gaze.
A bit guilty, yet pretending to be calm.
Is this little woman deliberately putting chili in the noodles?
Ha!
"Why aren’t you eating? Mr. Hawke, my cooking skills are mediocre; if you don’t want it, you can leave it."
Elara Don subconsciously was about to take Damon’s bowl away, suddenly not wanting him to eat the noodles.
Damon Hawke quickly grabbed her hand to stop her from moving the bowl.
"I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat, just waiting for the noodles to cool off."
This is the first meal she genuinely made for him, even if there were knives in it, he would eat it undeterred.
Damon Hawke flashed a smile, picking up chopsticks elegantly.
The noodles were chewy, and the toppings were quite good.
If it weren’t for the spicy taste unsettling his palate, he would consider this one of the best noodles he’s ever had.
It’s just too bad...
Sweat formed lightly on Damon Hawke’s forehead.
His stomach felt fiery.
Very spicy!
Elara Don watched Damon Hawke breaking out in a sweat from the spiciness, somewhat distracted.
"Is the noodle tasty? If you don’t like it, you shouldn’t force yourself."
She added so much chili; even as a spice-lover, she found it intense.
This man, however, ate without a sound.
Suddenly, she felt a bit childish.
"It’s delicious."
Damon Hawke’s voice sounded raspy.
Probably due to the spiciness.
He looked up, "Can you pour me a glass of water?"
The man’s lips were quite red, shimmering from the soup.
A bit seductive!
Elara Don’s gaze lingered on his lips for two seconds, swallowing hard, she quickly got up to pour him water.
A scene flashed in her mind of him kissing her in a dark corner.
She quickly shook her head and exhaled deeply.
What was she thinking?
At this moment, she was actually contemplating how wonderful that person’s lips tasted!
Lustful woman!
"Daddy, are you okay?"
Dominic Hawke had finished eating, noticed Damon Hawke’s complexion wasn’t looking great, and asked worriedly.
Damon Hawke felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
But he didn’t show it on his face.
"I’m alright."
It’s just some stomach pain, right?
Coincidentally, he had a reason to stay longer.
