novelraw Chapter 533: I am clearly cuter.
Chapter 533: I am clearly cuter.
Erin Ginger, who was looking up at Daisy Ginger, suddenly turned her gaze towards George Stephens.
George Stephens was sitting in the stroller in front of Daisy Ginger, acting all high and mighty, looking extremely leisurely.
"..." Erin tugged on Daisy’s sleeve, not saying a word, and pulled her back from the side of the stroller.
"Little Erin," Daisy was truly surprised at this moment. She raised her hand, patted Erin’s little face, and looked at James Shelton, "What are you guys doing here?"
"Ahem." James seemed oddly embarrassed for some reason. Hands in his pockets, he turned his head away and coughed lightly, stammering, "Little Erin said he had no inspiration today, so we came back early."
"You ran into me here?" Daisy was also a bit surprised, looked down at Erin who was gently pursing his little mouth, smiled, leaned down and picked him up from the ground, "Does Little Erin have any toys he likes? You guys pick some together, I’ll pay once you’re done."
Saying that, she was about to place Erin in George’s stroller.
Seeing Erin about to join him, George shouted angrily, "Daisy, don’t you dare put that ugly kid in here! Waa!"
Before he could finish, Daisy gave him a firm flick on the head.
Daisy let Erin sit next to George, then said to George, "Our Little Erin is much cuter than you. If you keep talking nonsense, you won’t be getting any toys today!"
"...You!" George looked aggrieved at Erin sitting next to him, holding the stroller, not even giving him a glance, expressionless like a wooden doll, the more he looked, the more annoyed he became.
If not for Daisy’s toys, he would’ve run away long ago!
"Clearly, I’m cuter."
After a while, George reluctantly muttered this sentence.
Daisy glanced at him, forced a smile, this kid sure was vain.
She leaned down and asked softly in Erin’s ear, "Little Erin, is there anything you like?"
With long eyelashes lowered, Erin gently shook his head, "...But I’m out of paintbrushes."
"Then let’s go upstairs to the stationery store and buy you some new brushes."
Even though it was a sudden encounter, Daisy was quite happy to have this rare opportunity to go shopping with her son.
Pushing two exquisitely cute kids, wandering through the toy section, drew envious glances from many mothers who came out with their babies.
James followed behind Daisy, his expression indescribable.
After a while, he sneakily moved forward, his voice muffled as he whispered in Daisy’s ear, "Daisy, whose kid is this one, with another man of yours?"
Daisy was looking at a toy train when she heard James’s words. She turned her head incredulously, almost ready to throw the little metal train in her hand at James’s head.
"James, what are you thinking?" Daisy’s eyes widened, her voice slightly sharp, "How does he even resemble me?!"
"This..."
"He’s... the son of a client of mine." Edward Stephens is a big client of the Shelton family, so, rounding up, he could count as her client, too.
"Ah... no wonder." James finally felt relieved, "I was wondering how you could have had another one without me knowing... On closer look, these two kids don’t even look alike!"
"..." Erin, who was eavesdropping nearby, unknowingly relaxed his grip on the stroller’s handle, looked up, and said in a sweet, clear child voice to Daisy, "Mom, let’s go upstairs to buy paintbrushes now."