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Andrew disguised his smile and asked, âWill you pull out her hair too?â.
âOf course, you have to pull out all her hair, like a hairless chicken that is very ugly. No one will like it,â Amanda said earnestly.
Andrew gave a little sigh and thought, âThe first thing to consider is whether a plucked chicken can stay alive, rather than considering whether it looks good or ugly.â
âDo you think Dad will be angry to hear your words?â Andrew stifled his smile, and he could tell Matthew was putting on an expression of circumstance, even if he was only looking at Matthewâs back.
âDad wonât find out as long as you donât go tell him,â Amanda assured him as if she knew Matthew very well.
Andrew pressed his stomach to keep from bursting out laughing, âHow can you be so sure?â
âHow can Dad have time to worry about us when heâs busy with his business every day? I wonder if we arenât his children.â Amanda thought, âIf Matthew is our father, how come he doesnât have time to spend with us?â
Andrew couldnât help but let out a laugh.
Amanda didnât understand why Andrew was laughing at her, and she turned her head and asked, âWhat are you laughing at?â
She didnât finish her words and saw the man standing behind her. Amandaâs cute countenance fell, âD-daddyâ¦â.
Amanda was anxious, and couldnât even pronounce the words clearly.
Matthew sullenly asked, âWhere did you learn all these words?â
âDid you hear all of it?â Amanda thought, âWhen did Dad come, how come I didnât notice?â
She certainly wouldnât have said those words if she had realized he was there.
âDad,â Amanda wrapped her arms around Matthewâs leg and pouted, âWhen did you come, how come I didnât hear your footsteps?â
âWould I still have been able to hear you say those meaningless words if you had heard my footsteps?â Matthew continued to put on a look of circumstance.
Amanda showed a smiling expression to please Matthew, and she hugged her legs tighter with her arms and said in a baby voice, âDaddy, I love you so much. Iâm just afraid of losing you and that someone will take you away from me.â
He couldnât get any angrier after taking one look at Amandaâs pretty face.
However, he wanted to teach her a lesson, so he kept putting on a look of circumstance, âTell me, where did you hear all that?â
Amanda lowered her head and rubbed her fingers together. She pouted and said, âI heard it all in the dramas.â
âDonât watch those mindless dramas again from now on,â Matthew said solemnly.
âOkay, I promise I wonât watch them again. Donât be mad, Daddy,â Amanda held out her two little arms, âDaddy, itâs been a long time since youâve hugged me. I miss you and I want you to hold me.â
Matthew was both annoyed and amused at the same time, âDonât we see each other every day?â
âI still miss you, even though we see each other every day. Dad, Iâll draw you a portrait in the future first, but you have to wait for my skills to improve,â Amanda said seriously.
Amandaâs serious expression managed to erase what little displeasure there was in Matthewâs heart.
He bent down to pick Amanda up and patted her on the butt, âDonât try to beat me. You canât watch any more TV from now on.â
âAre the cartoons okay?â asked Amanda quietly.
âWill you stop watching TV if I say no?â
âI wonât watch it if you say no. Iâll watch it without you knowing,â Amanda playfully kissed Matthewâs face, âDad hates to hit me, doesnât he?â
Matthew was speechless and smiled, âYouâre getting pickier and pickier.â
âDad, put me down. I havenât finished my drawing yet,â Amanda was in high spirits and wanted to finish the drawing.
Matthew pinched her cheeks and pulled her down.
Amanda ran to the drawing board and picked up the brushes to continue her unfinished drawing. Andrew put down his book, âDad, letâs go play chess.â
Matthew stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Andrew, âIâm afraid youâll cry if you lose.â
Andrew felt embarrassed and rubbed his head. He was angry before because he couldnât accept losing the chess game.
However, he got over it.
Although his skills were not good enough, he understood that he would improve in the future.
âIâm not going to cry,â Andrew said firmly.
Matthew walked over to Andrew and sat down on the mat, âLetâs get started.â
Andrew brightened up and opened his newly purchased chess set. In one were white pieces, while in the other were black pieces.
Andrew lost again this time, but he had improved and was able to hold on for a few rounds of the game.
It was getting late and it was also time for dinner. Amanda finished drawing while Matthew and Andrew stopped playing chess. They gathered their things and took them home.
Dinner was ready at home. Coral was about to leave the house to invite them to dinner. When she saw them return, she took the things from Matthewâs hand and said with a smile, âRemember to wash your hands before dinner.â
Lucy and Dolores prepared dinner together. Theresa did not return to her room while Armand had not yet awakened. Lucy put the food away for him in the kitchen. She also cooked hangover soup. Armand was able to drink it when he woke up.
Amanda showed her drawing to Dolores and asked if it was any good.
Dolores thought Amanda had improved a lot on the drawing and gave her some kind words of praise, âThe drawing is realistic. Your drawing skills are improving. Itâs great. Go wash your hands and eat.â
Amanda was in a good mood after being praised. She put the drawing down and went to wash her hands, then climbed into the chair and sat alone to wait for dinner.
Dolores prepared soup especially for them. She ladled the soup into bowls and gave it to Andrew and Amanda. Matthew looked at the soup and asked, âWhereâs mine?â
Matthew was not gluttonous, but it was because he had heard that Dolores was the one who had made the soup.
Dolores was about to serve it to Matthew. When she heard Matthewâs question, she couldnât help but roll her eyes. She placed a bowl of soup in front of him, âHow could I forget about you.â Matthew smiled weakly.
Theresaâs legs were getting better, so she was eating at the dining room table. She was out of it, though. Dolores placed the bowl of soup in front of her, âWhat are you thinking about?â
âNothing,â when she came to her senses, Theresa was about to spoon the soup. Dolores quickly stopped her, âItâs hot. Let it cool before you drink. Why are you out of your mind?â
âNot at all,â Theresa denied.
Dolores had seen through her, but did not unmask her. She smiled and remained silent.
When they finished dinner, Lucy cleared the dining room table while Coral helped the two children bathe. Matthew insisted Dolores come up right after dinner. He just wanted to hold her in his arms without doing anything.
At midnight, Armand woke up gloomy and felt his mouth dry. He got up and poured himself a glass of water. Armand was in a trance from drinking. He seemed much more sober after drinking a glass of water, and he realized where he was.
Soon he thought Theresa was there too. He glanced around her room and put the glass down. He couldnât help but approach her room. Perhaps it was late and it was too quiet, Armand thought unconsciously that Theresa must be sleeping, and that she wouldnât know he had gone to see her. So he discreetly opened the door to her room.
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