The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Chapter 175

Dinner lasted for over an hour.

The meal might not be as rich as the food in hotels but, because it was entirely prepared by Sasha, the children showed their utmost support. They asked for seconds, even third helpings until they were completely stuffed.

“Ian, do you like Mommy’s meatballs? It’s made from shrimp.”

“Yes, I do!”

Ian stabbed the last meatball with his fork and nodded without hesitation when Vivian asked him.

The girl was happy to hear that.

She was Mommy’s loyal fan. She would support her mommy no matter what.

But when Vivian turned to look at Daddy to ask the same question, she was suddenly spooked by the look he had on his face as he stared longingly at the plate in front of him. Her face turned pale. She did not dare to say anything after that.

What’s Daddy looking at? Why does he look so scary all of a sudden?

It was as if Sebastian had just witnessed something unfathomable. Grave horror could be seen projected in those dark eyes of his!

What’s up with Daddy? Does he not like Mommy’s cooking?

The little girl had a bad feeling about it.

Sasha did not notice that. She was doing the dishes in the kitchen. The children, after they finished their food, had left a pile of dirty dishes for her to clean.

Therefore, she was not in the mood to take note of him.

she might not have stayed calm

did not like having the sweet,

she would peel an orange, cut them into several pieces, plant a toothpick on one of them, and

I

in her first year of elementary

the kitchen, she thought about the promise she had made to their eldest

help me

“Okay.”

who had been playing with Matteo, immediately rose and went to

can stay here tonight, we still have to tell

felt like a coward for sending

would not expose Mommy’s true intentions. At the same time, he was

in the living room. While he was wondering where Daddy could be, he noticed that the door

gone

room with the grapes on

When Ian got to the

the books on Mommy’s study table like he was looking for something. Several books on Mommy’s table, which was usually so neat

What’s Daddy doing?

room. “Daddy, what are you

had been feverishly flipping through the books as though possessed, froze when his son

What am I doing?

idea he hatched just a moment ago

if he

a daze. For a long time, he did not look away from the annotations scribbled on

stay

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