the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 792: Constantine Stewart Likes to Coddle Giant Babies, But He Doesn’t Have That Quirk
Ignatius Leclair’s first day of unemployment, dinner got an upgrade.
Yeats Howard brought back two little ones and encountered Chloe Winston, who had been running around all day. They entered the house together and were startled to see dinner had been upgraded.
Rumors were running wild outside that Ignatius Leclair had lost his inheritance rights. People were practically drowning him in their sympathetic saliva, yet here he was, cooking up a feast at home?
Chloe Winston counted the dishes on the table—twelve dishes. Oh my goodness, the presentation, aroma, and flavors were all perfect, as beautiful as works of art. It was undeniably the craftsmanship of a master chef.
"Delphine, Director Carter, you two are seriously so blessed." Chloe snuggled up to Delphine, acting cute. If she could eat meals like this every day, she wouldn’t mind being out in the elements daily raising little wolf pups. Especially handsome, outstanding wolf pups. Even if they had dual personalities, she’d still want to keep them. Chloe nodded to herself. If Constantine Stewart had this kind of cooking skill, she wouldn’t have run away.
Delphine chuckled, her luminous, jade-like face revealing a hint of a smile. "If you like it, eat more. You’re still growing, after all."
"Mommy, is Sister Chloe growing taller like us?" Benjamin Leclair noticed that a pretty sister had come to the house. He had been more composed these days and hadn’t bullied Yeats Howard as much, striving to be a pretty and sensible little lady.
Nicholas Carter glanced at the tall sister and said, "Benjamin, you need to eat more and grow taller quickly."
Benjamin Leclair’s height had always been a sore spot. Watching Nicholas Carter grow taller day by day, the little girl showed no signs of catching up. At five years old, she remained adorably petite.
Ignatius Leclair poured a glass of white wine, glanced at the sulking little girl, and said in a deep voice, "Benjamin’s height is just like her mommy’s. Your mommy was just as adorable when she was five. By the time you’re ten, Benjamin, you’ll grow rapidly. Just don’t end up like Sister Chloe—so tall that no one wants her."
Chloe Winston was sneaking a sip of freshly squeezed juice when she heard this and almost spat it out. She—her height was nearly the same as Delphine’s, a respectable 170 centimeters! Constantine Stewart loved her long legs, for goodness’ sake.
Benjamin Leclair’s entire face lit up upon hearing this. She flashed two sweet dimples and nodded in her soft, sticky voice, saying, "Then Benjamin will be cute for now and grow as tall as Mommy later."
Ignatius Leclair nodded, patted the little girl’s fluffy head, and glanced expressionlessly at Chloe Winston, who was still clinging to Delphine’s side.
Ever since this girl had come over, she either stuck to his two little ones or to Delphine. The oversized third wheel was practically blinding. He figured he’d call Constantine Stewart to demand compensation for his romantic losses and babysitting fees and have him take her away as soon as possible.
Constantine Stewart might like raising oversized babies, but he certainly didn’t share that hobby.
After dinner, Yeats Howard secretly took the two little ones next door to the Squire Family’s house to play. Ever since Yeats Howard learned that Griffith Squire lived next door, his eyes had been lit up with green flames of excitement.
A man who had faced off directly with Major General Richard Shaw in Imperial City, bare-knuckled and armed, was rumored to have carved his way through the Golden Triangle armed with nothing but a single blade in his early years. Yeats Howard was so thrilled at the thought that he was practically trembling, wishing he could scoop up the two little ones and sprint over to Griffith Squire’s place.
"Uncle Griffith’s house has such a big castle," Benjamin Leclair hopped along as she held Yeats Howard’s hand, marvelling at her description of the Squire Family’s Subterranean Palace. "It’s so big, it could fit soooo many Benjamins!"
Nicholas Carter secretly tugged at Benjamin Leclair’s hand and said, "Shh. Don’t talk about it."
Benjamin tilted her little head, her big, black eyes looking at her older brother. In her soft, sticky voice, she said, "It’s okay—Yeats Howard is so clueless he won’t find the place I’m talking about, so no need to worry."
Yeats Howard: "..."
"And without us, Uncle Griffith won’t let him in." Benjamin grinned, sticking out her pink little tongue.
Yeats Howard staggered, near tears. Oh, dear, he wanted to go back to Imperial City.
What kind of troublemaking kids were these?!
