My Sleeping Beauty Husband

Chapter 294

Chapter 294 Call Me Dad

After washing, Cynthia and Alston went downstairs holding their daughter and son.

Keller nestled in Cynthia’s arms and whispered in her ear, “Mom, dad made the

breakfast today. It smells so good. Even

Desmond can’t wait to eat it.”

Desmond blushed a little and snorted lightly, “It’s Keller who can’t wait to eat it!” He

would not admit he had a craving for NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

breakfast.

Keller didn’t deny it either. She nodded her round, chubby cheek and said sweetly, “Yes.

I want to eat the breakfast cooked by

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dad. It smells so good!”

Hearing the childish talk of her daughter and son, Cynthia looked at Alston and raised

her eyebrows. She didn’t know Alston

could cook.

Alston’s ears turned red under her gaze, and he coughed shyly. “It’s not as good as the

servant’s cook. It’s elementary. I hope you can like it.”

Cynthia smiled, with small dimples on her cheeks. “I like everything you cook and will

finish eating it.”

The four of them went downstairs and suddenly saw someone sitting at the dinner table.

It was Gigi.

She was enjoying a plate of fried eggs and toast. Alston’s face darkened, and he walked

over quickly, snatching the breakfast

from her hand.

Alston’s move brought Gigi up short. After seeing Alston was full of anger, an edgy look

flashed across her eyes, and she asked knowingly, “What… What’s the matter?”

“Who told you to eat this?” Alston’s eyes were full of impatience, and Desmond, in his

arms, looked at Gigi in disgust like him.

“Bad woman. My father cooked this breakfast for my mother. How can you eat it?”

His voice was crisp, but he made no secret of disliking her.

Gigi clenched her fist tightly. After hearing his words, she wished to strangle Desmond to

death, but she suppressed her anger and hatred forcefully. Panic flashed in her eyes,

and she stood up in a flurry. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know Alston made it

for Cynthia.”

When she woke up in the morning, Gigi saw Alston preparing breakfast. She was

jealous, especially when she knew he cooked. it for Cynthia. Over the past three years,

she never knew Alston could cook. She was jealous of Cynthia enjoying his special

treatment.

Jealousy surged within Gigi. She took advantage of him going upstairs and purposely

ate the breakfast he made for Cynthia.

She acted pitifully, clutching the hem of her skirt with a panicked look. Seeing this scene,

the few innocent maids felt a little distressed, wondering if Alston had made a big fuss.

Alston looked at the toast that had been bitten several times, frowning deeply.

Cynthia walked over with her daughter in her arms. Seeing this scene, she also felt

uncomfortable. Initially, she was willing to let Gigi live at their home because she had

been punished for Alston. But now, whenever she saw her, she would feel highly

disgusted.

This feeling couldn’t be changed no matter how she tried, which confused her.

Cynthia thought maybe it was because they were naturally unfit to be friendly. Besides,

her covetousness for Alston was too evident, so she instinctively disgusted her.

“I don’t want to eat breakfast at home. Keller, Desmond, how about we go out to eat? We

can have your favorite food.”

Cynthia said to the two kids tenderly. Although Keller and Desmond felt a little pity that

they didn’t eat the food made by their father, they still nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Alston’s anger towards Gigi reached its peak. He threw the plate with

breakfast into the trash can.

Then he held Desmond in one hand and Cynthia’s waist in the other and said, “Let’s go.

I will go out to eat with you.”

The two children were thrilled, mainly Keller, who immediately cheered.

They had never eaten out with their mother and father before, so they were excited.

Gigi clenched her fists tightly, and her heart was full of resentment. She was only jealous

of Cynthia at first, but now because of psychological imbalance, she hated Cynthia to

death, wishing Cynthia would die early and that she would take her place.

“Alston, I’m sorry, It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have eaten Cynthia’s breakfast. I didn’t know

you made it for Cynthia. I’m sorry.”

She held the dining table and bowed to apologize helplessly, with her lower abdomen

slightly protruding. Tears streamed down her face, making her look pitiful.

A maid couldn’t bear it anymore and stepped forward to speak for her. “Mr. Smith, Mrs.

Smith. Miss Arnett didn’t mean it. When she went to eat, we were all busy and didn’t

remind her, so she made a mistake. Please forgive her. She is pitiful.”

When Cynthia saw the maid pleading mercy for Gigi, she couldn’t help but smile lightly.

She didn’t expect Gigi was so good at drawing people over to her side. It didn’t take long

to let a maid plead for her.

Gigi was also very proud that this maid pleaded mercy for her. The maid was unfamiliar,

so she should be new here. After she was scolded by Alston last night, she restrained

her temper a lot and carefully tried to please everyone in the Smith family, including the

servants.

When being targeted by Alston and the others, she deliberately showed weakness. As

she expected, someone took the initiative. to speak for her.

As soon as Gigi felt complacent, she heard Alston say coldly, “You are the servant of the

Smith family!”

Alston’s words brought the maid up short, and before she could react, she heard Alston

say, “Your hosts are only my wife and me. What qualifies you to intervene when we are

talking? Since you are protecting an outsider like this, you don’t have to stay in the Smith

family anymore. I never like people who live off the Smith family while helping outsiders.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone dragged the maid out without even waiting

for her to react.

Gigi’s heart sank, and a chill was down her spine.

She had stayed with Alston for three years, and Alston’s indifference and unkindness

were nothing unfamiliar to her, but she had never seen him treat anyone like this. A

sense of oppression from a superior person was instantly aroused, making her

terrified.

The current Alston was his true self.

Those present who had sympathized with Gigi just now instantly curbed their sympathy

and lowered their heads obediently.

Alston didn’t change. Even if he had been missing for three years and lost memory, his

overbearing and ruthlessness would always be there.

Cynthia was in a good mood. Then she stepped forward to hold Alston’s wrist and said

softly, “Alston, I’m so hungry. Let’s go

out.”

Alston’s indifferent expression instantly changed into tenderness. “Okay, I’m hungry too.”

Desmond was so surprised that Alston could change his expression so fast. “He seems

not bad. What he did just now is indeed. cool. He can protect my mother,” Desmond

couldn’t help but think secretly.

Although Desmond didn’t say anything, his heart was proud of Alston. He thought Alston

was powerful enough to be his

father.

Keller unabashedly kissed Alston and rubbed her tender cheek against Alston’s. Then

she said sweetly, “Dad, you are amazing. With dad, Mom and I won’t be picked on.”

Keller’s words brought Alston up short. “Do you often get picked on?”

As soon as Alston asked, Keller showed distress on her face. “When Desmond and I

went out to play, some children said we didn’t have a father and that they didn’t want to

play with us. But mom told us we have a father and that father will always like us. She

said you are just too busy and will come and see us when you are free…”

Keller smiled as she leaned out of Cynthia’s arms, hugging Alston’s neck. “Mom is right.

Dad, you are finally back. But you have been busy for too long. If it takes longer, I will

forget you.”

Alston felt like a cotton ball was stuck in his throat, making him feel bitter and sad. He

kissed each of Desmond and Keller’s cheeks lightly and kissed Cynthia’s red lips.

“Desmond, Keller, I will see you grow, will protect you and your mother, and will never

leave again.”

“Really?” Keller’s eyes lit up, and Desmond, who had always acted mature, also showed

anticipation.

Alston nodded seriously. “Of course, I keep my word.”

The two kids laughed happily. Then Desmond hugged Alston’s neck awkwardly and

whispered, “If you break your promise, Keller, mom, and I will leave you.”

Looking at the serious look on Desmond’s face resembling his, Alston rubbed

Desmond’s curly hair. “I give you my word. Would you like to call me Dad? I haven’t

heard it yet.”

Seeing Alston’s expectant eyes, Cynthia’s smiling face, and Keller’s encouragement,

Desmond bit his lower lip and muttered,

“Dad.”

He repeated this word countless times in his mind, and now he finally called it out.

He called Alston, daddy without any unwillingness. He hoped Alston would not let him

down.