Chapter 1110

Chapter 1110:

“Waylon!”

“What?”

Before Waylon could react, Madisyn smeared three different colored streaks of cream across his face, turning him into a painted clown.

Laughter erupted from everyone present.

Elaine couldn’t help but lean her head on Glenn’s shoulder for support. “Waylon, this is called tit for tat!” Madisyn spoke clearly, emphasizing each word before pausing to admire her handiwork.

Then, with a grin, she darted away just before Waylon could retaliate.

Waylon’s competitive spirit flared, and he was eager to chase her. But before he could move, Andrew, Dane, Howard, and everyone else at the table—except for Susan, Elaine, and Glenn—surrounded him, ready to keep him in check.

The spacious dining room provided plenty of room for the group to move about freely. Elaine wasn’t the least bit troubled by her youngest son’s hapless attempts to fight back. Instead, she cheerfully whipped out her phone, recording the chaotic scene to share in the family group chat.

Cream splattered everywhere in the dining room, and those acting like mischievous children soon shifted the “battle” to the lawn outside. Once they exhausted the cream from the cake, Waylon dashed into the kitchen and grabbed leftover cream from the pastry chef, determined to start another round of counterattacks.

The Waylon Manor hummed with laughter and joyful commotion. Despite the chaos, Madisyn, aside from being caught in the initial ambush, managed to stay untouched. Watching Waylon fight valiantly despite being outmatched, she quietly slipped away to observe from a safer distance.

Noticing her retreat, Andrew followed her to the sidelines.

Lᴀtєst chαptєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovеℓ𝑠.𝑎𝓂

“Not joining the fun anymore?”

Madisyn tilted her head, smiling mischievously at him. She had hoped to see him smeared with cream, but to her surprise, he remained pristine—not even a speck of cream touched his hair.

Madisyn’s expression turned serious as she glanced at the chaos still unfolding. Even Milly, agile as she was, hadn’t avoided all the cream assaults. Yet Andrew stood unscathed, which proved he was more formidable than anyone else.

She thought her “minor injuries” made her a worthy victor, but seeing Andrew entirely untouched shattered that illusion.

Puffing her cheeks, Madisyn looked adorable but was already plotting. She couldn’t let Andrew get away unscathed.

“You’re here, and I only want to play with you,” Andrew replied to Madisyn’s question, pausing as if expecting her to continue, but she simply tilted her head, her gaze fixed on his face with a spark of excitement dancing in her eyes.

“Sweetheart?” Andrew leaned in closer, his voice teasing. “What are you thinking about?”

Andrew fell for the bait, and Madisyn wasted no time, launching her attack with a quick, “Nothing!”

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