"You... the babies are all here, watch your language."
Lily gave his arm a gentle twist, truly defeated by this man.
"It doesn't matter, it's about time these two brats knew exactly whose wife you are."
The man indulgently scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to the woman's lips.
In front of the three children, he was feeding her.
Watching the woman reluctantly accepting the breakfast he fed her, the man's lips curled into a pleased smile.
He glanced sideways at the three little ones sitting beside him.
Lulu blinked her peach blossom eyes, looking at them curiously.
There was no jealousy on her face, nor any hint of envy, but rather a sickly sweet smile.
It was as if Lulu was very happy just seeing Daddy and mother being lovey-dovey.
The other two brats, however, did not have expressions as cute as Lulu's.
Little Ben Lucas's face, cold as frost, seemed almost to freeze into ice.
And Little Abbie, made no attempt to hide her jealousy.