Chapter 15 Why Should I Apologize to Her
Gianna rubbed her temples and suppressed the irritation in her heart. Then, she decided to bring her son to the mall and eat something delicious to make up for what she couldn‘t give him. Thus, she called up Kate and invited her to a restaurant at the mall nearby for lunch. “Did you strike the lottery?” Kate asked when she saw all the delicious food covering the table.
Gianna nodded. “Yep, we struck the lottery.” Ah, nothing beats the joy of spending money I extorted from somebody else.
“Later, let‘s go on a shopping spree. I‘ll buy you whatever you want.”
Kate laughed in delight. However, she suddenly realized that Gianna was staring at the entrance with a strange expression–something was amiss. Hence, she turned around to look and saw a man and a woman walking in.
Isn‘t that Kaylee and Adrian?
she asked hesitantly. Gianna withdrew her icy gaze.
surprise flitted across Adrian‘s eyes, followed by a trace of amazement. Gianna looks even prettier than
we should invite Gianna with us to meet Dad? After all, it‘s been so long since we last saw each other.” As Kaylee spoke, she deliberately snuggled against Adrian. Her eyes were provocative, looking as
spared them a single glance. Suddenly, she called out in a loud voice, “Waiter.” “Yes, miss. What else
she yelled in shock and anger, “Gianna Aubrey,
That little guy had been sitting in his seat and holding a carton of milk in his hands. It seemed like the fight between the adults had not affected him at all as he continued drinking his milk through the straw. After that, Kaylee rushed over to the table like a lunatic, dragged South off the chair with one hand,
table leg. Then, his small face paled as he let out a cry of pain, the milk in his
sneakily drew back his small hand that had been clutching at his knee
face was like jade–so fair that it was almost translucent. In particular, his blue eyes were
again. Then, he said, “Wait a bit longer.” Gianna handed her son over to Kate, then she stalked over to Kaylee. Her entire body was wrapped in a layer of murderous hostility; her expression was as cold as ice and
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