Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy

Chapter 186: Life Idiot

"Morning."

Starting work early in the morning, truly diligent.

Therefore, not everyone can be a boss.

Elara Don retracted her gaze and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

From the sofa, Damon Hawke watched her slim figure, paused for a moment, and headed toward the kitchen.

At that moment, Elara had tied her scarf and was frying eggs.

In the morning, rays of sunlight refracted through the window onto her, as if she was bathed in a halo of light.

The woman slightly lowered her eyes, with her long hair tied back, and stray strands casually draped by her ears, adding a touch of allure.

Damon stared steadily, feeling a rare sense of peace.

He wanted this tranquility every day from now on.

Damon curled his lips into a smile, saw Elara tiptoe, open the overhead cupboard, attempting to retrieve some seasoning.

He quickly stepped forward and got it for her.

Elara was startled, and when she met his gentle gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you."

Isn’t he supposed to be working? Why did he come into the kitchen!

"You’ve been working hard."

With a soft voice, Damon glanced around, "Do you need help?"

Suddenly, there was a desire to prepare breakfast with the woman he loved.

"Huh? What can you cook?"

Elara was flipping the eggs, looking at Damon with some surprise.

This tone suggested that maybe he was considered inept at household tasks?

But indeed, he had never cooked before.

Yet, he couldn’t allow his woman to think less of him.

Damon grumbled inwardly and instinctively straightened his back.

"Elly, what are you doing now? I can do anything."

Was he really going to help?

Elara blinked, seeing Damon take on the posture of negotiating a billion-dollar deal, she found it amusing.

She glanced at the eggs nearly done in the pan and casually said, "Then pass me a plate."

"Okay."

Damon looked around but didn’t see any plates.

"The plates are in the cupboard. Hurry!"

Elara saw the eggs were done, so she turned off the heat.

In the cupboard.

Damon pursed his lips, opened a couple of cupboard doors, and finally found them.

The cupboard was neatly arranged with bowls and plates.

Damon reached for a plate.

The plates were under the bowls.

To take a plate, the bowls needed to be removed first.

Damon directly took out both the bowls and plates together.

Suddenly, there was a crash.

His hand slipped, and the bowls and plates fell to the ground.

Damon: "..."

Elara: "..."

Bowls and plates shattered on the floor; Damon frowned at his hand, momentarily speechless.

Elara rubbed her forehead, looking at Damon’s expression, wanting to scold him but couldn’t help but laugh.

The man seemed less composed, more innocent, just like when Bea did something wrong as a child.

A bit of contrast cuteness.

"Mr. Hawke, is this what you mean by ’can do anything’?"

Elara crouched down to clean up the mess, unable to resist a sarcastic comment.

"Sorry, hand slipped."

Damon also crouched down to help clean up.

"Hey, be careful..."

Elara hadn’t had the chance to warn him to be careful about his hand.

Damon already let out an "ouch," with his finger pricked and bleeding.

Elara was speechless, quickly pulling him to the faucet to rinse.

"What are you messing around for! Don’t you know those shards could cut your hand? How do you not have even this basic common sense? You..."

The woman complained nonstop; Damon focused on her moving lips and directly pulled her closer.

A warmth on her lips, the pleasant scent of the man filled her nose.

Elara was utterly surprised, tried to struggle, but he held her firmly.

Sunlight refracted through the window onto them, casting long shadows like a beautiful painting.

"Mommy, where’s Daddy?"

Outside the kitchen, Bea’s voice sounded, with the drowsiness of just waking up.

Elara whimpered, and Damon finally released her.

Both were slightly out of breath.

Damon looked at the blush on Elara’s fair face like she was wearing rouge, his gaze deepened.

Elara bit her warm-red lips, glared at him fiercely, pushed him away hard, and walked toward the kitchen door.

"Charlie, you’re awake?"

Darn man, taking advantage of her!

"Mommy..."

Bea blinked, looking to speak, when Damon’s teasing voice came from behind.

"Bea? Elly, you called the wrong name again!"

Elara was startled, looked at her son, and realized she absent-mindedly called him by his real name.

Almost slipped up!

"Daddy, morning."

Bea saw Damon coming out of the kitchen, his eyes sparkling.

"Morning."

Damon gave a slight smile, his gaze tender.

Elara cleared her throat, "Charlie, you’re awake, go freshen up, breakfast will be ready soon."

"Okay."

Bea blinked, "Mommy, your face is really red, and your lips are red too."

Elara: "..."

Brat, couldn’t he leave that alone?

"Son, Dad will take you to freshen up."

Damon noticed Elara’s discomfort, his gaze smiled even more.

Fearing her anger, he took Bea to the bathroom.

Behind them, Elara patted her flushed face and glared at Damon’s tall back, shaking her fist at him.

Darn man, he caused all this.

Letting her make a fool of herself in front of her child!

In the bathroom, Bea once again enjoyed his father’s care, feeling pleased inside.

His big eyes darted around, considering the plan he discussed with Dominic Hawke yesterday, he secretly glanced at Damon’s handsome face.

Dad is really oblivious.

Mommy’s already called him Bea twice right in front of him, and he still didn’t notice.

Also wondered if later, when he and his brother wore the same outfit and stood before him, if he would finally notice?

Really wanted to tell him the truth.

"Is there something?"

Damon sensed the little guy was sneaking glances, raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Nothing... or maybe something."

Bea giggled.

"Say it."

"Dad, did your IQ drop because you’re trying to woo Mommy?"

Damon: "..."

What does that mean?

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe, figure it out yourself."

Bea walked his short legs into the children’s room to change clothes.

Leaving Damon in a daze, completely unaware of what his son was talking about.

After the three of them had breakfast, Elara noticed her son wasn’t wearing his school uniform, and furrowed her brows.

With Damon around, she didn’t question him about the uniform, tidied up, and left the house.

Downstairs, as usual, Leia Quinn’s car was already parked below.

Seeing the three coming down, the car door opened, and a small figure climbed out of the back door, steadily watching the approaching three.

Bea held Elara’s hand, his clear eyes watching Dominic Hawke come out of the car.

Then he released Elara’s hand and dashed toward him gleefully.