Mommy I Found You A Hot Daddy (Vivianna)

Chapter 45



Chapter 45

In the toy room on the second floor.

Zeph was testing a small helicopter. When he saw Vivianna, he grinned, "Mommy, look at my helicopter."

She studied the gigantic room full of expensive mechanical toys. She was speechless, 'That man was pampering the son!'

"Mommy, daddy promised me to make me a huge park with toys behind the yard." Zeph brought up exciting news again.

Vivianna was even more speechless. She squatted down and looked at Zeph, "Son, even if your daddy is rich, you shouldn't ask for everything. You should treasure what you have, you can't have whatever you want."

"Mommy, I know. I won't do it in the future." Zeph obviously realized that he was wrong.

"Okay, since he already bought it, go and play! Mommy will be here." Vivianna caressed his little head and comforted him.

Perhaps men pampered their children in a different way.

Vivianna was accompanying her son on the second floor, but when she thought of what Augustine had said, she felt furious for no reason. How could that man say that to her? She did not even hook up. Even if she were to hook up with someone, what did it have to do with him?

Half an hour later, the butler went upstairs to ask them to have dinner together. Vivianna took her son downstairs to wash their hands.

Augustine was already sitting at the golden dining table. He looked at the woman, who was holding her son's hand, with a complicated expression.

"Daddy." Zeph called out sweetly and sat beside him. Augustine stretched out his hand and stroked his little head affectionately, his eyes soft and oozing with a father's love.

Vivianna sat down and handed Zeph a bowl of rice to let him eat by himself.

Zeph had developed a good habit of eating since he was young. He held a spoon in his chubby little hand and ate it with relish.

Vivianna didn't have any appetite, so she kept her head down and ate silently. While Augustine was eating elegantly, he glanced at Vivianna and Zeph from time to time.

It was inevitable for Vivianna to meet his eyes. She stared at him with a trace of resentment, while Augustine looked away expressionlessly as if he

didn't see.

After dinner, Vivianna was going to take Zeph to bath. He sweated a lot in the afternoon so he was smelling. However, Zeph wanted his father's help.

Augustine looked at the angry woman smugly and took his son upstairs.

She sighed and sat on the sofa. A servant served her a plate of fruits and drink.

"Miss Carlewood, please have some fruits."

"Thank you." Vivianna replied politely.

Other than Augustine, everyone in the castle was very polite to her.

In the bathroom, Zeph was playing with water and singing. He was as happy as a lark.

Augustine took the shower gel and put it on Zeph. He then asked in a natural tone, "Zeph, when you were abroad, did your mommy have an uncle by her side?"

The little fellow blinked and guessed the meaning of Dad's question immediately. He giggled and said, "Daddy, are you saying that when we were abroad, did any uncle court mommy?"

Augustine was slightly stunned. He underestimated Zeph. He replied, "Was there any?" "Yes! It's just that mommy didn't like those uncles." "Those? So there were more than one?" Augustine's face gloomed. Sure enough, that woman was very attractive.

Zeph had no idea his answer would affect his mommy.

"Are you sure your mommy wasn't seeing those uncles?" Augustine tried to get more information about Vivianna from his son.

Zeph tilted her head and thought for a moment. Since he was still young, his memory was limited. He shook his little head and continued, "I'm not sure either. Daddy, you'd better go and ask Mommy."

Augustine ended the topic and started to talk about building an amusement park.

However, in his heart, his impression of Vivianna became worse.

Vivianna was innocent, she was framed by her son. She was sitting on the sofa downstairs eating fruits. She couldn't help but think about the incident of bumping into Xenophilius that day. He had the audacity to ask her if she was well! When she was driven out with nothing, why didn't he think about how she was going to live?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She only hoped that she would never run into that scumbag again in the future.

In the elevator, a little boy who was scrubbed pristine clean ran out and shrieked, "Mommy, do I smell nice?"

Vivianna hugged and sniffed him. She said, "Yes, you smell good."

Augustine stepped out and looked at her gloomily, as if she had done something wrong to him.

Vivianna held her son in her arms and stared at him. Despite sharing the same features, her son looked handsome and charming whereas that man simply looked cold.

"Mommy, we have to sleep with daddy tonight!" Zeph said.

Vivianna instinctively resisted. She gave a bright smile and tried to persuade him, "Zeph, mommy is exhausted and want to sleep alone today. You can sleep with your father!"

"No, no! I want to sleep with Mommy. You slept in another room last night. I didn't see you when I woke up in the morning!" Zeph pouted grumpily.

"Ugh! The bed was too small for three person. Mommy can't sleep well." Vivianna replied hastily. She felt a mocking gaze from the wine bar.

The little guy pleaded pitifully, "Then... can mommy sleep with me? You can leave when I fall asleep. I want to sleep with daddy and mommy. Please,

mommy, please."

Vivianna couldn't refuse her son's request so she nodded her head, "Okay, mommy will sleep with you."

She uttered to Zeph, "Stay here for a while. Mommy is gong to take a bath."

"Okay!" Zeph nodded. Vivianna looked at the man who was busy mixing a drink with two bottles of wine. Knowing that he would look after Zeph, she went upstairs to the room where she slept on the previous night to take a bath.

Augustine took a sip of his mixed drink. Upon tasting it, he realised the taste felt rather off, it must be because he had been eavesdropping on the conversation between Zeph and Vivianna.

He took two sips before disposing of the wine. He watched Zeph jumping on the sofa alone, so he stepped forward and lifted him into his arms, "Let's go, daddy will play with you."

"Daddy, are you going to take a bath too?"

"Yes." He nodded.

They went to the room together. Vivianna had not come yet so Augustine handed his son a storybook. He then went into the bathroom to take a bath.

After taking a shower in the guest room, Vivianna put on a conservative pajamas with short sleeves and knee-length shorts. The cotton fabric was very comfortable.

She stayed in the room until 9:30 p.m., only then she walked to the master bedroom. She was thinking if Augustine had brought her son upstairs.

She did not knock on the door and entered.

However, the scene in front of her was somewhat eye-smothering.

Augustine was only wearing an inner-wear while doing push-ups on the bed. His son was riding on his back giggling. Seeing his mommy entering, Zeph became more excited, "Daddy, I still want to

play. I still want to play."

Vivianna looked at the bed. The man's body was well-sculpted and broad. As he was doing push- ups, she could see the bulging veins on his arms. He exuded the masculine strength of a male. What was even more abominable was that he was only wearing an underwear, it was even a tight- fitting one?

Augustine didn't stop. Zeph was riding on his waist while he was doing push-ups effortlessly. Zeph was so busy laughing he was drooling.

"I... I'll be back in a minute." Vivianna's eyes avoided the man's body, she felt lost. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Augustine took his son into his arms and chuckled,

"Well, next time we will play again. Now, just lie down and sleep."

"Daddy, are you going to sleep too?"

"Yes!"

"Mommy, come here. We're going to bed!" Zeph hollered.

Augustine laid on his arms and fell asleep. In the wide bed, his lean physique showed an attractive arc in the quilt.

Vivianna swallowed her saliva. When she thought of the man's body under the blanket wearing only underwear, her heart went on a wild gallop.


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