Chapitre 95: 95

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"Dad, Irene stole my strawberry muffins" Ivory whined to her Harold when he came to pick her the next day.

"Really?" He laughed.

"Why are you laughing too, she kept laughing also instead of apologising" Ivory frowned.

"It's just so funny that she could steal your muffins" Harold grinned.

"Why the sudden urge for strawberry flavor, Irene do prefer vanilla" Ivory wondered aloud.

"Well...did you ask her?" Harold asked.

"Yes but i guess she forgot to answer me. I'll go ask her again now" Ivory said, standing up to go meet Irene in the kitchen.

"No,she's busy with Mrs Neave. You can ask her when she's done" Harold said.

"Okay" Ivory said, sitting back on the couch

"So..Did you enjoy your time here?" Harold asked.

"Yes! Irene got to dress me up again after a long time and the bedtime stories were fascinating" Ivory grinned.