novelraw Chapter 469: Six-Pack Abs
Chapter 469: Six-Pack Abs
Chapter 469: Chapter 469: Six-Pack Abs
Richard Shaw saw that his objective had been achieved, only then did he wheel himself away to start cooking.
The man stretched out his arms, took off his cotton T-shirt, revealing bronze-colored skin and well-defined six-pack abs.
Leah was caught off guard by the sight, overwhelmed by the allure. She quickly covered her eyes with her hands and shouted, flustered, "What on earth are you taking your shirt off for?"
"Changing clothes to cook," the man’s voice was steady and robust. Leah recalled his peculiar habit—he always changed into a different set of clothes before cooking. Turns out he’s quite the clean freak.
Leah’s jade-like fingers secretly spread apart a little, and she squinted, sneaking glances at the man turning to grab his designated cooking outfit. Her gaze involuntarily traveled downward—those abs, they were indeed real. Might as well feast her eyes while she could. But seriously, how could an old man like him have abs?
"Do you like what you see?" The man’s voice was deep like a cello, carrying a hint of inexplicable huskiness. "You’re bleeding from your nose."
Leah stiffened as if struck by lightning, then bolted upright and stormed out of the room in a whirlwind.
The man curled his lips into a smile, his tea-colored eyes as deep as the ocean. Only then did he leisurely start dressing again before heading off to cook.
The entire evening was suffused with an awkward atmosphere. Casimir Shaw eyed the clearly amused Richard, then turned to look at his sulking mommy. His little nose emitted a soft hum—Daddy must’ve bullied Mommy again. Bad Daddy.
"Mommy, I want to go to school," declared Casimir Shaw, who hadn’t forgotten his second New Year’s wish—to make lots and lots of friends. Here, outside Imperial City, no one knew his identity, so he was sure he could fulfill this wish. Go for it, Casimir Shaw!
Major General Richard Shaw shot his son a frosty glance and said flatly, "As a first-grader, you’re over-aged."
Casimir tilted his little head, his shiny black almond-shaped eyes filling with tears. Tugging at Leah’s clothes, he said adorably, "Thomas wants to go to school."
First grade sounded perfect. Full of clueless little brats he could easily dominate. In no time, he’d enjoy having countless minions under his command.
Leah immediately glared at the man and said, "Don’t worry, Thomas. You can study in whatever grade you like. No one would dare mock you for being over-aged."
Thomas? The man furrowed his brow, noting his son’s mastery in the arts of cutesy manipulation. Such refined skill in pretending to be weak while scheming—it was remarkable. Thomas, a genius child capable of skipping straight to sixth grade, now wanting to study in the first grade? Absolutely audacious.
Casimir Shaw cheered loudly, jumping up and wrapping himself around his beautiful mommy, planting a big kiss on her cheek. The man’s gaze darkened as he glared at his son shamelessly taking advantage of his woman. With a cold snort, he expressed his displeasure.
Casimir’s little body shivered inexplicably. He quickly released his beautiful mommy and scooted over to the man, putting on a cutesy act as he said, "Daddy, Mommy said she had a Snowball at home. Didn’t we have two of them before? I’ve decided—we should bring all three cats into our house."
Richard Shaw remembered the two adorable kittens he’d taken from Squire Manor and squinted thoughtfully. Really, like owner, like pets—they were equally lovable.
"The cats were given away." The man rejected his son’s idea calmly, his gaze shifting to the faintly blinking phone as he walked over to answer it.
On the other end of the line, the voice lowered with urgency and seriousness, saying, "Major General, Griffith Squire has fallen into an enemy trap in Vatican and has gone missing. The outlook is grim."
Richard Shaw instinctively glanced toward Leah, who was still playing around with Casimir, his gaze as deep and unreadable as the pitch-black night.