The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1625

Chapter 1625



The car pulled up to the mansion 30 minutes later. Even before they stopped at the gates, I saw Munchkin peeking from the first-floor windows. When he saw Theo sitting in the car, he immediately dashed out of the mansion excitedly.

"Daddy, you're here!"

Theo noticed Munchkin dashing over the minute he got out of the car.

He strode forth and scooped the little guy into his arms, lifting him into the air and twirling him around twice before he held him in his arms.

I walked up to them and pretended to be jealous, pouting as I said, "I can't stand the two of you."

I smiled as I glared at Theo, then turned to look at Munchkin. I tapped the tip of his little nose as I said, "Why do you only have eyes for Daddy? Won't you pay attention to Mommy anymore?"

When Munchkin heard me speaking in that aggrieved tone, he immediately became embarrassed and reached his little arms out to me so that I would hug him.

After I took him and held him in my arms, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and said, "No, of course not. I think of you every minute, Mommy." He refused to let go of me after that.

"I was just scared that Daddy would work late again today and was worried he wouldn't come and try the meatballs I made. That's why I was so happy when I saw him. Don't be angry, Mommy."

Who could be angry when listening to such an adorable voice?

"Alright, kiss me, then. I won't be angry after that."

Once I finished talking, the little guy immediately grabbed my face and kissed me.

"Quick, Munchkin, get down. Let's go in and get the meatballs ready," Petra said as she walked over, took Munchkin, and got him to stand again. She gazed at me worriedly.

"It's alright, Mom. I'm fine now."

"Well, you still have to be careful," Petra said as Munchkin grabbed her hand.

"Grandma is right, Mommy. You have to be super careful." Theo and I laughed when we saw him carefully bending his tiny body over.

"Alright, Mom. I'll be careful. Now, why don't you lead me to the meatballs?"

While I was still speaking, I noticed Munchkin's gaze had already landed elsewhere.

It was then that I realized the servant had taken the snacks and fruits we bought out from the trunk while we were talking.

The little guy was staring at those items.

"Ahem." I coughed while placing my hands behind my back to imitate managers who were there to check on their subordinates' work.

"I'll take these things back if today's meatballs aren't good." "Don't worry, Mommy. The meatballs will be delicious," the little guy replied, his

chest immediately puffing up when he heard his snacks were at stake.

"In that case, you've got to make sure your service is up to par too. If not, even the tastiest meatballs won't taste good."

I raised a hand and motioned for my server, Munchkin, to come over and serve me.

Taking the little guy's current height into consideration, I did not raise my hand too high up. Even so, I still managed to resemble the old rich men seen in TV shows.

Munchkin understood what I was

doing and immediately played along as he came forth with both hands held high. Taking my hand into his, he helped me walk into the mansion slowly.

Both Petra and Grayson burst into laughter

when they saw what we were doing.

They had not been arranged very neatly, and the meatballs were not prepared by expert hands either. One could still see dents on some of the meatballs. However, I was still surprised by how quickly the little guy had picked up the technique.

"Did you prepare all this yourself?"