Lil Michael opened his mouth. His eyes were red, and he was just about to speak when Clayton glanced at him with an intimidating look.
It was extremely oppressive.
"Remember, from now on, she’s not Pretty Lady, but Pretty Auntie. Of course, if you want to address her as something else, you'll have to wait until after Nicole and I get married!"
Clayton’s tone was relaxed, as if he was depicting a bright future for himself and Nicole after they got married.
Address Nicole as something else?
Mom?
This was really a big blow to Michael.
Lil Michael bit his lower lip pitifully.
"Did Pretty Lady agree?"
Clayton laughed lightly. "Of course! Otherwise, why would she want to be with me all the time?”
It was a bit shameless, but it was true.
Lil Michael pouted sadly. 'Oh no... Pretty Lady isn’t mine anymore...’
Clayton hooked his lips. "Boys shouldn't shed tears in
front of people. If you want to cry, go out and cry later H
'Lest Nicole sees it...' Clayton thought.
Of course, Clayton would not say these words out loud.
As soon as Clayton finished what he said, Nicole walked in with a food container and smiled.
"Mr. Anderson made dessert today. It just so happens that Lil Michael is also here!"
Lil Michael glanced at her, then quickly lowered his head.
Nicole did not find anything wrong with it. She lifted her feet and walked to the other side of Clayton's bed, then handed the box over.
Clayton gave her a gentle look that was filled with tenderness.
He took the food out and handed the tarts to Nicole.
Nicole glanced at the egg tarts, took one, and handed i t to Lil Michael.
'Isn’t this Lil Michael's favorite? Why didn't he react at all?' Nicole thought.
Lil Michael hung his head low and did not move a muscle.
Nicole was stunned and was about to speak when Clayton coughed in a deep voice like he was hinting at something.
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