Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy

Chapter 184: Must Capture Damon Hawke

Damon Hawke didn’t dampen Bea’s mood, reached out to high-five him, then opened the laptop he brought, ready to continue his unfinished work.

Bea blinked his big eyes, obediently sat next to him and watched.

The computer screen was filled with dense files.

Damon handled them at a steady pace.

Bea widened his eyes, staring intently, full of amazement.

Dad is really amazing.

He had never been exposed to this knowledge, it was like reading a heavenly book.

"Do you remember the program I taught you to play last time? Try running through it again."

Damon saw Bea staring at the computer without blinking, assuming he was interested.

After all, he often and inadvertently taught Dominic Hawke programming.

The little guy was also pretty smart, learning quickly every time.

Bea looked at the computer pushed in front of him, swallowed nervously.

Oh no!

Dad thought she was her brother!

What to do!

"What’s wrong? Forgot?"

Damon’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

In his memory, his son shouldn’t have forgotten what he taught him.

"I kind of forgot."

Bea’s big eyes shifted, she laughed dryly, "Dad, Mom said I’m still young, told me not to think too much, just to have fun."

Now that Dad is pursuing Mom, he tossed the blame to Mom, confident Dad wouldn’t blame him!

Mommy, I’m sorry!

Damon furrowed his eyebrows more tightly, even more surprised in his eyes.

Elara Don said this, it seemed like a doting mother’s attitude?

Too much coddling spoils the child!

It’s not good!

But, he had no choice but to listen to his future wife’s words!

"The noodles are ready, come eat."

At this point, Elara Don’s voice came from the dining room.

Bea eagerly slid off the sofa, laughed nervously, "Dad, you can go eat the noodles."

Damon glanced at him, hummed, and closed the laptop.

Dad didn’t scold him!

Pulling out Mom surely worked!

Bea breathed a sigh of relief, feeling secretly pleased.

Blue Sky Apartments.

Evelyn Miles lay in the bathtub, a mask on her face, video chatting with her mother.

"Mom, when are you and Dad coming back?"

Her father and mother periodically go on trips, pure hedonism.

She always envied their marriage.

One is a film emperor, the other a film empress, a perfect match.

Most importantly, her father has been completely under her mother’s control all these years, never allowing any flings.

It really shows how impressive her mom’s mastery in handling her husband is.

Unlike her...

"What’s wrong? Missing me and your dad?"

The woman in the video looked dignified, her well-maintained face adorned with delicate makeup.

She looked cool and proud.

"Uh-huh, I miss you guys."

Evelyn Miles pouted and removed the mask from her face.

"Tell Mom, who upset my precious daughter?"

Her mother asked with a smile.

Evelyn Miles sighed, coquettishly said, "Mom, you know, I came back to try to win Tom’s affection, but he’s already into another woman, what should I do?"

Upon hearing this, her mother asked, "Oh? Which family’s daughter has caught his heart?"

"What family’s daughter? Just an ordinary perfumer."

Evelyn Miles expressed her disdain.

"Since she’s just a perfumer, how can she compare to my precious daughter? Don’t worry, Damon will come back."

Her mother said nonchalantly.

"But Mom, I’m still unsure, when are you and Dad coming back to help me figure things out!"

Evelyn Miles pleaded.

"Alright, alright, I’ll talk to your dad, we’ll come back earlier, okay?"

"Okay."

Evelyn Miles was satisfied, chatted for a bit more, then hung up the phone.

Looking at her phone screen, she paused, and tapped on the photo gallery.

Inside were numerous photos, most of them her dancing pictures, and a number of group shots with others.

Evelyn Miles opened one photo, looking at the tall man hugging her in the photo, her eyes reddened.

Her slender fingers gently brushed over the photo, suddenly she threw the phone fiercely onto the ground.

Why think about that person?

For that person, she resolutely gave up Damon.

But what did she get in return?

She’ll prove her happiness to him!

She’ll definitely find a man better than him to marry!

So, she must hold onto Damon Hawke!

...

Blue Sky Apartments.

Bea refused to return to the children’s room, just sat in the dining room watching Damon Hawke eat noodles.

Elara Don sighed inwardly, her expression complex.

It was clear that her son truly enjoyed his time with Damon Hawke.

After all, no child doesn’t long for fatherly love.

Thus, her persistent refusal to let the child recognize Damon Hawke, is it right or wrong?

"Bea, it’s already late, time to take a bath and go to sleep."

Elara Don, heavy with thoughts, called out subconsciously.

Damon Hawke had just finished his noodles and was wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Hearing the call of "Bea," he stopped his actions, looked inquisitively at Elara Don.

Before Elara Don could react, Bea quickly slid off the chair.

"Mommy, I’m Charlie, you slipped!"

Elara Don: "..."

She was absent-minded just now and called her son Bea!

A cold sweat!

"Cough, sorry, Charlie, I’m used to it."

Elara Don immediately played dumb, "Let’s go, I’ll take you for a bath."

"Elly, let me take him."

Damon Hawke got up, gently saying to Elara Don, "You must be tired, have a seat and rest for a while."

The man’s gaze was deep, hinting at a trace of affection.

Elara Don felt a ripple in her heart, averting her gaze to look at Bea.

Bea’s eyes were filled with stars, eagerly looking at Elara Don.

No need to say, he was hopeful that Damon Hawke would bathe him.

A strange sourness rose in her heart, like the little pig she raised was about to be taken away by someone.

"Thank you for your help then."

Elara Don suppressed the sour feeling, went to tidy up the dining table.

"Let’s go."

Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow, took Bea’s hand, sensing Elara Don might be jealous.

This was her own son, he was helping her out, what’s there to be jealous of?

Could it be she’s blaming him for meddling?

The happiest was undoubtedly Bea.

Dad was going to bathe him!

So excited!

Elara Don finished tidying the table, remembered she hadn’t gotten her son clean clothes, and headed to the children’s room.

"Son, have you gained weight?"

"Ah? Mommy’s food is good! Plus, I’ve been feeling great these days."

"Little chubby."

"Dad, are you disliking me?"

"You rascal, splashing me with water? Need a spanking?"

"..."

The sound of their playful banter came from the bathroom, Elara Don pressed her lips, quickly went to the children’s room to fetch her son’s clean clothes.

Arriving at the bathroom door, she knocked, delivering the clothes inside.

"Mr. Damon, these are the child’s clean clothes, I’ll leave them here."

Damon Hawke had already lifted Bea out of the bathtub, using a dry towel to wipe the little guy’s wet hair.

He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up high, exposing part of his forearm.

The shirt was entirely soaked.

Ripped abs faintly visible.

Exceptionally alluring.

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