Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 87: Crashing Breakfast

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Crashing Breakfast
Is that so?
Leia Quinn seemed pensive.
"Once I finalize the job details in the next few days, bring him to me. I’ll check him out."
The child is young, better not leave any childhood traumas.
"Finalize the job details? Chloe, does this mean you’re staying in Sea City to build your career?"
Elara Don asked in surprise.
"Yes, I can’t bear to leave you all alone here, so I submitted my resume as soon as I returned. I have an interview tomorrow. How does that sound?"
Leia Quinn pinched Elara Don’s cheek and teased.
"Hey, Kiki, you are my sun, my light, love you to death."
Elara Don generously kissed her on the cheek.
"Ugh, stop touching me, I don’t want people to misunderstand and think I’m gay."
Leia Quinn pushed Elara Don away, wiping her cheek with a look of contempt.
"Hehe, Kiki, it’s getting late, don’t go tonight. Stay and sleep with me."
Elara Don gave a playful smile and deliberately winked.
"Hiss, you little rascal, stay away from me. Even if I stay, I’m not sleeping with you. I want to hug my godson."
"Kiki, it’s wrong to plague children, come plague me instead, I’ll let you snuggle to your heart’s content!"
"..."
The next day.
Elara Don woke up early, tucked the still-sleeping Leia Quinn in bed, and went to the kitchen to prepare food.
Leia Quinn had just returned to the country and hadn’t found a place yet, so she stayed over last night.
The two chatted by candlelight until late at night. Although a bit tired, their spirits were still pretty high.
After washing up, Elara Don tied on an apron, humming a tune as she prepared breakfast.
The phone suddenly rang. Elara Don placed the finished breakfast on the table and glanced at the phone.
Tom?
They exchanged contact info last night, so why was he calling her so early today?
Elara Don cleared her throat and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"What floor is your apartment on?"
"Huh?"
"I’m asking, what floor is your apartment on? Mind if I come by for breakfast?"
A man’s voice came through the line, full of laughter.
He wants to come for breakfast?
How could that be allowed?
Elara Don was stunned and quickly replied, "Where are you now?"
"Right outside your building."
Already outside the building?
Does it have to be this early?
Elara Don was speechless, "Wait for me a bit, I’ll be right down."
There was no way she was letting him come up, so she had to go down to have breakfast with him!
"Elly, morning, whose call was that?"
Leia Quinn came out of the bedroom, yawning and asking.
"Ahem, it was that Tom. He’s already downstairs."
Elara Don untied her apron, "Chloe, I’m leaving Bea to you, I have to head out."
Leia Quinn was stunned and instinctively ran to the window to look outside.
The crowd outside was bustling, but she couldn’t see clearly.
A car could be vaguely seen parked by the roadside, not sure if it was this so-called Tom’s car.
"Elly, is this Tom after you?"
Otherwise, why would he show up under someone’s apartment so early in the morning?
"Godmother, who’s after my mommy?"
Dominic Hawke was awake too, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he walked out of the kids’ room.
"Uh, a man, one of your mommy’s suitors."
Leia Quinn didn’t expect Dominic Hawke to hear it and quickly smiled to brush it off.
Another suitor for Aunt Charlotte?
Dominic Hawke instantly woke up, looking at Elara Don coming out of the bedroom dressed and ready, he quickly stepped forward.
"Mommy, are you going on a date? Who is it? Do I know him? Is it Uncle Miles?"
A string of questions, carrying a bit of tension.
Elara Don chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his soft hair.
"It’s not a date, and that person isn’t Uncle Miles. Just a regular friend, he happened to be passing by our place, so I’m going to meet him."
Regular friend?
Who is this person really?
Dominic Hawke furrowed his little eyebrows, "Mommy, can’t he come to the house?"
Then he could see what this person looked like!
"No way!"
Elara Don flatly refused, changing shoes at the door.
Seeing the little one’s unhappy face, she softened her tone, "I’m not familiar with him, so it’s not appropriate to let him come in, don’t you agree?"
For now, the little one mustn’t be seen by that person.
Need to keep this secret tightly under wraps!
Not familiar, just an ordinary person!
Looks like Aunt Charlotte doesn’t like him.
Dominic Hawke relaxed a bit, saying goodbye to Elara Don.
Once the door was closed, Leia Quinn watched the little guy’s face fall and her almond eyes flickered.
"What’s wrong, feeling down?"
Dominic Hawke said nothing, hanging his head low.
Leia Quinn squatted down, looking him up and down, and asked, "Bea, when you’re feeling down, what do you most want to do?"
This question...
Dominic Hawke raised his gaze, looking at Leia Quinn with some confusion.
Her eyes were clear, yet carried a hint of intriguing darkness.
Dominic Hawke shivered, his small shoulders tensing up.
"When you’re sad, you, of course, want to play with bugs!"
This aunt is a psychologist, is she probing me?
Wah, I’m afraid of slipping up!
Must pretend to be Bea now, think like Bea, act like Bea!
"Bea, are you nervous? Why are you sweating?"
Bea did say that playing with bugs cheers him up when he’s down.
No problem!
But why does the little guy look so upset?
"Uh, no, godmother, I need to pee, can’t hold it, hurry up, let’s go."
Dominic Hawke covered his pants, imitating Bea’s usual speaking manner, twisting his little short legs, heading towards the bathroom.
Watching the little guy’s back, Leia Quinn slowly stood up, touching her nose.
Perhaps it’s her occupational hazard, thinking the little guy might have psychological issues.
Phooey phooey!
Why can’t she just wish the best for others!
Outside.
Elara Don left the apartment, from afar she saw Damon Hawke getting out of the car, walking to the passenger seat and opening the door for her like a gentleman.
A white polo shirt, khaki casual pants below, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, his tall and leggy frame attracted countless gazes.
Pretty handsome!
Elara Don’s eyes flickered, if she didn’t look at his face, she’d really think that the person in front of her was Damon Hawke.
Oh, what am I thinking?
Why do I keep associating this punk with Damon Hawke?
Could it be she’s still thinking about Damon Hawke?
Phooey phooey phooey!
Stop over-thinking!
Elara Don quickly brushed away the odd feeling in her heart, sitting in the passenger seat.
Damon Hawke got in the car, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the woman buckling up, suddenly leaning over.
"Why didn’t you let me come up? Is someone hidden in your place? Hmm?"
The man’s tone ended on a teasing and enticing note.
Elara Don’s heart skipped a beat, staring at the man’s face that was so close, "What nonsense are you talking about? My best friend returned to the country yesterday and hasn’t found a place yet, so she’s staying with me. It’s inconvenient for you to go up."