Chapter 327: He Bought Their Home in Gredax 2
It was nearly noon when Eloise woke up.
Slowly opening her eyes, she found here was the home Uncle Ryan gave her.
She blinked lightly, held the rabbit by her pillow in her arms and rolled several times. She really liked Uncle Ryan.
When she got up, he had made her breakfast.
Fruits were all washed.
He treated her as a child, doting on her and with his identity as Kenneth, it was sweet for any woman.
Eloise wanted to cook him a dinner, but she couldn't cook. After cooking for a long time, even the rice was burnt and could only be poured out.
Finally, she ordered takeout.
At 4 pm, Kenneth returned from a meeting.
He looked at the dining table, took off his coat and casually threw it on the sofa, laughing at her: "You carefully ordered a table of takeout for your beloved Uncle Ryan!"
His little girl reached out her hand. She cut a little skin off her finger when she cut the vegetables.
Her tears welled up.
Kenneth's heart suddenly softened and scolded her, "Little fool!"
He bandaged her and had dinner together with her.
After dinner, he sat quietly smoking on the sofa, with a hint of self admiration. Coupled with his elegant and beautiful appearance, his sitting there was like an oil painting.
He had a mind.
At today's meeting, he refused an appointment.
It was about a research and development of a new type of metal, which could be used in aviation and aerospace, and in larger cases, it could be used in various stealth fighter plane. If successful, it could accelerate this domestic technology for 30 years.
With sufficient funds and a strong voice, many people flock to it.
After four years of development, once he was successful, his future would be bright!
Kenneth refused and recommended a younger generation.
He didn't regret it, even though he lived for these things in the first half of his life. Now it was different. He had Eloise and wanted to give her a home...
Eloise snuggled up to his side.
Kenneth pinched out his cigarette and glared at her, "Will you cook next time?"
She crouched down and crawled into his arms, whispering that she wanted to learn how to cook for Uncle Ryan.
Kenneth smiled lightly.
At this moment, although he was feeling a bit melancholy, he was more willing to listen to her talk about family matters.
Eloise had been with him for a while, and he finally didn't feel ashamed of his behavior. Her small face was pressed against his sturdy belly. She played with his shirt buttons and whispered, "A few days ago, a magazine asked me to take a cover!"
She showed the number with a gesture, "Paid!"
Kenneth lowered his head and pinched her face, praising her, "My Eloise is so capable! Isn't this opportunity something that everyone can have, is it?"
She was naturally filled with joy and glowed.
But Kenneth had some considerations, she would to be his wife and was not suitable for public display! So he praised quietly first and then briefly raised some questions.
The little girl recoiled and said, "Otherwise, I won't go!"
She didn't need money, but she just pesters Uncle Ryan to say nice things.
"So you will feed me?"
Kenneth kissed her little head and said, "Yes! Uncle Ryan will raise you all along."
...
So they lived a married life in that luxurious apartment.
Kenneth came almost every week.
He cooked for her and she gave her Uncle Ryan massages, and even crawled into his arms at night in his shirt...
Occasionally, he also receives some private phone calls.
Mr. Robinson asked him out to play, but Kenneth always declined. Some personal interactions were also handled by Kaleb and he rarely socialized, let alone taking her over.
When Eloise asked, he only said it wasn't suitable for a little girl.
But he was very relaxed about her control, and when she interacted with friends, he didn't pay much attention.
He took her skiing and watched the aurora when he had time.
That half year was truly their sweetest and most beautiful time...
As the New Year approached, Kenneth began to be busy.
The two hadn't seen each other for several days, and Eloise was lying on the bed talking to him on the phone, with a tone that was as pure and soft as a spoiled kid.
A voice came from downstairs, as if Brianna was crying.
"What's the matter?" Kenneth couldn't help but ask as he heard it.
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