My Dowager Montes
#20. Forgive me, Momy...
The rancid girl crept with her ears firmly attached to the wall of her room adjacent to her dady room.
"What wonder is what... What are they doing? did something happen? it should be.. I hope dady hilaf.." ðŸ˜do'a what kind of a son.
Chequelek
The door of the room was opened from the outside, the view inside the room was in accordance with the expectations of 2 people who were about to raid it. Compact both fold the chest hand.
"ehe.hai mom, dad..eee..cock cepet..ups" reflex hit his mouth.
Brian decided to go in, but not with Chelsea, he chose to go to the kitchen, looking for something to prop up his stomach leaving them both. How much the incident today is draining his energy, he did not hesitate to break down the kitchen supplies, making the assistant in charge of cooking wrong behavior. He felt that this woman who was nota bene was the prospective hostess he thought, very fierce. How unexpected it was, a glint of anger was emanating in his red eyes. He allowed her to do what she wanted to do, as long as her life and work were not threatened.
It's beyond a doubt. With an expression that still looks cold, the prospective mistress instead randomized the kitchen, but prepared ingredients to be used as a food menu. Rushing he wanted to help, but the knife that the prospective mistress was using to cut the paprika, he snapped it to stick on the cutting pad, making him swallow saliva. He understood that his future mistress did not want to be disturbed, so he just watched her from the corner of the kitchen.
'gawaaaat... my work is threatened.." the interior of the kitchen assistant when he saw how deft the prospective mistress sorted, washed, and chopped ingredients, then played it on a hot skillet, make him dance nari, united in a non-stick frying pan clashing with a stove and spatula. The seductive hissing turns unpretentious with a small leap of vegetables that return to their place because of the burly hands of the prospective mistress.
'Daebaak.' muttered the assistant who was amazed at the ability of his future mistress.
Done it...
4 Types of cuisine served quickly on the dining table. The assistant clapped in appreciation of the free show that amazed him.
Chelsea smiled, satisfied with the results of his work, his anger was washed away by the flowing water rinsing the pan and other equipment he had just used for cooking.
clean shine...
(sorry not adðŸ¤)
The assistant's hand was getting bigger. How amazed he was with this prospective employer. It is far beyond his imagination all this time, that if one day this house has a mistress, it must be a very spoiled person, judes, semena, mena, and the other thing he knows about the character sucks a big mistress in his favorite drakor drakor.
"WOW....AMAZING, MOMY" Alexa's outspoken voice dampened a smile of satisfaction on Chelsea's lips. Yeah, he's still sulking at this rancid girl. How not, many times he was humiliated.
"C'mon momy, forgive me please... I'm so sorry okay." Alexa was struggling spoiled on Chelsea's arm, there was a bitter feeling in his heart when he noticed the eyes of this girl who began to look glassy. Instantly he felt guilty for her. He felt too hard on her. He also tried to understand how much this girl missed the figure of a mother beside him. He grabbed her in his arms, kissed her by the side, and said "it's okay, honey".
Alexa returned his embrace, and tightened the hug, sobbing, then repeatedly muttered the word "sorry, so sorry..."
The girl didn't want Chelsea to hate her. I don't know what this feeling is, he really doesn't want Chelsea to hate him, then leave him.
COME DANCE, THUMB CANTEEQUE
