Chapter 822
Essie felt a little disappointed, but she said understandingly, “It’s okay, Anton’s work is important. I’ll wait for you to take me to the
amusement park next time.”
“Okay,” Anton smiled indulgently at her, then after a while, he patted her head and said, “You can go with your dad today.”
Essie pursed her lips and cast a cautious glance at Reynaldo.
Reynaldo hastily pulled out a smile at her, but that smile was forced and really not as good as not smiling.
Sure enough, Essie clearly did not feel fatherly love from that smile.
Her chubby little hand tugged at Anton’s sleeve and said, “I just want to go with you. I’m waiting for you to take me.”
Reynaldo instantly took a deep breath in anger, and his face began to darken.
Johnathan glanced at him and quickly smiled at Essie, saying, “Oh, it doesn’t have to be Anton, I’m also free. I’ll take you next time.”
Essie nodded and said softly, “Don’t forget that.”
“Definitely, I won’t forget no matter how busy I am, I promised Essie.”
“Mmm, Essie liked you.”
Actually, I could tell that Johnathan was afraid that Reynaldo would be jealous of Essie getting too close to Anton, afraid that Reynaldo would go crazy, so he quickly interjected.
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But he seemed to have overreached himself, look, Reynaldo’s face was getting darker and darker.
At that moment, he must have been thinking, “My daughter is close to everyone, except me.”
It was obvious that Johnathan also noticed Reynaldo’s darkening face, so he hurriedly urged Anton, “Mr. Palmer, hurry up, we’re going to be late for the meeting, and I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“And it’s not me saying this to you, with such a big villa, how come there’s no maid to make breakfast?”
“The breakfast at this spot had already closed. If Mr. Dunlap wants to eat, I will buy you a meal on the way later.”
Anton said, placing Essie on the sofa, and then walked towards the
staircase.
I thought there was still so much breakfast in the kitchen, it would be a waste not to eat it, so I turned around and took out a few slices of toast
from the kitchen.
Anton saw it, smiled stiffly, and a hint of obvious disappointment flashed in his eyes.
I was stunned for a moment, looking repeatedly at the toast in my hand.
No, this breakfast is too much, can’t we give it to Johnathan?
“Oh Esmie, you always take care of me. Bring the toast over quickly, I’m starving.”
Johnathan suddenly shouted at me, with a careless and dandy
appearance, as if he had already forgotten the unpleasantness we had at the club last night.
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He seemed to suddenly turn back into the previous Johnathan.
I walked over and handed him the toast.
He took two big bites in a row and exclaimed, “This toast is really good, so delicious, even better than what they sell outside. Who made it?”
“What Anton did.”
Seeing him gobbling up the food, I poured him a cup of tea, afraid that he might choke.
He picked up the teacup, smiled at me and said, “Thank you, Esmie. I didn’t expect Anton to have this skill. It seems that his cooking skills must be very good too. Oh, Esmie, you have a good taste.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold gaze shot over.
I silently finished the juice in the cup, thinking to myself, “Johnathan’s words can be a bit too much sometimes.”
Seeing Reynaldo’s cold expression, Johnathan hesitated for a moment and handed him the remaining piece of toast in his hand, saying, “You haven’t had breakfast either, here, have a piece.”
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