Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 633

At five in the evening, I went to pick Munchkin up on time and brought him to the restaurant. I told him to g o sit at the front desk and do his homework.

When the customers at the table left, I finished cleaning the table and went to the front desk to check on Munchkin. He was playing rock paper scissors with the cashier lady at the front desk.

Seeing that he was constantly losing, I said to the cashier lady with a smile, "Definitely don’t go easy on him. Don't let him think that he should have his way just because he's young."

Munchkin was upset and said while pouting his mouth, "You're too strict, Mommy."

I could not help but laugh.

Life here might not be as prosperous and luxurious as compared to Whaldorf City, but the peace we had was utterly precious.

Munchkin was a very sensible child. For example, he would often ask me, "Mommy, do I have a daddy?"

I would return the question instead, "Do you want a daddy?"

Then, he would sensibly ask me back, "What about you, Mommy?"

I would not reply to him every time, nor would he keep asking.

On our way home from work, we would pass by a dessert store and buy some pastries we both loved. Upon getting back home, we would sit on the sofa and watch cartoons while eating the scrumptious pastries that always tasted extraordinarily good.

Late at night, I would occasionally dream of Cecilia when she was just a child, coming to me with a pile of apples in her arms during the apple season.

We would cut the apples into cubes and insert toothpicks into each piece, then sit in the courtyard eating and laughing. She would always say that she would find a handsome prince charming in the future.

I woke up in the morning and touched my face, which was stained with tears.

It was another day at work. At 4.30 p.m., I finished the work at hand and got ready to pick Munchkin up.