Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 652



Chapter 652

Chapter 652 The Sight Of Him Scared Her

Due to how well they knew Zayden, they couldn't help but notice that his eyes seemed to have recovered completely.

If that's the case, it's great news!

Zayden glanced warily in the direction of Gwendolyn's room and squeezed out a smile. “Although it's blurry, I can see things close up. I still can't see things that are a distance away.”

The boys understood what he meant.

“It's all right, Mr. Zayden. Since you've recovered your eyesight, that means your eyes will heal completely in the future.”

Suddenly, Zayden felt a sense of familiarity.

Thinking that he had been around ever since the boys were born, he felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in his heart.

He caressed their heads and said, “Mm-hmm. Go get your mommy for lunch.”

“She'll be down shortly. We'll wait for her in the dining room,” Julian answered.

Zayden nodded and walked down the stairs.

Justin and Julian walked down the stairs alongside each other, and they were happy with Zayden's recovery.

Yet, they knew his affection for their mother wasn't genuine. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fooled around with Suzanne.

Although the boys were angry, they also knew Gwendolyn wasn't into Zayden. Instead, she wanted to marry Patrick.

Is this how things are in the world of adults? They don't like each other, but they still have to live together. Don't they ever feel exhausted? We're getting tired of this!

The boys were frustrated because they had to feign ignorance when they knew precisely what was going on.

When Gwendolyn arrived downstairs, she instinctively cast Zayden a glance. The sight of him scared her a little. His expression was gloomy last night. When he hit me, I caught him smiling faintly!

Zayden stood up and pulled a chair for her. “Let's eat.”

He sounded the same, and he was even exuding a warm aura. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Gwendolyn glanced at him indifferently and took her seat at the dining table.

She didn't have much appetite that day, so she only ate a little for lunch.

Zayden served her more food and urged, “You should eat more.”

Gwendolyn looked at the food and felt even worse. She rose to her feet and came up with an excuse to leave the dining table. “You guys carry on. I'll get Juliette to come down for lunch. She should be awake by now.”

Zayden noticed her cold expression and sensed the loneliness in her retreating figure.

He knitted his brows as he felt oddly upset.

“Mr. Surrington, you should eat more of these. These are good for you!” Suzanne filled up Zayden's plate with food.

Zayden's expression changed slightly when he saw some vegetables, a few slices of beef, and a bowl of soup before him.

“Who told you to make these dishes?” he asked sternly.

Startled by the stern look on his face, Suzanne teared up a little and looked extremely aggrieved. “I... I asked Ms. Ziegler, and she told me these dishes are nutritious for men.” She lowered her head and added, “I won't repeat my mistake again.”

Zayden said nothing more when he saw how submissive she was.

As a matter of fact, he even finished all the food she had served him. Suzanne snickered when she saw that.

She kept her gaze on Zayden, unwilling to look away even for a split second.

The boys witnessed the interaction between the two and didn't quite understand the chemistry the two had. However, they could tell Zayden cared about her a lot.

He said she's a maid, but he pampers her so much. Everything she uses is of premium quality.

“We're done,” Julian piped up.

Camille, too, finished lunch shortly after the boys left the dining room and returned to the kitchen.

When the boys were playing with Lego pieces in the living room, Julian asked, “Justin, if Mr. Zayden fancies Ms. Drache, doesn't that mean Mommy is allowed to be with Mr. Lowen?”

The boys knew their mother loved Patrick.

Justin gave it some thought and answered, “That can only happen if Mr. Zayden and Mommy get a divorce and Mr. Lowen wakes up.”


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