OMG! Substitute Mummy Is A Little Too Sweet! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Stacy wasn't expecting that. "Do you have to ask for permission, mm? Come here,” Stacy gestured, moving the blanket away so Cherry could lay next to her. Cherry pulled Stacy into a warm cuddle. "You're so soft,” Cherry remarked. "I guess I might have to sleep next to you every night,” She felt the need to be selfish, atleast about her new mummy. She sniffed Stacy’s skin. How much she so much loves the cologne on her mixed with the honey and rose smell coming from Stacy’s hair. The door was suddenly pushed open and a cart filled with different bowls of hot soup was pushed in. Cherry quickly sat up on the bed. "So many bowls of soup? Is it for mummy?” She asked the chef putting on a white chef uniform with a white Apron tied around his waist. "Yes, it's for her. And you should also have some so you won't catch a cold. The weather is really cold after the sudden downpour of rain,” Bruce suggested, stepping into the room with his hands in his pants but his gaze was resting on

"I might need to step my foot into the Yates Mansion sooner or later,” She snickered viciously. "Olivia thinks she has won by kicking me out, huh? Well, one of my blood is still living there under the same roof. I can't let another woman steal my child from me using some love tricks. There's no woman on earth who is capable of caring for a child that isn't hers other than the mother!” Ella’s face turned confused. "I'm sure she is just there for the money and fame from society but I won't let that happen.,” She swore. What was her madam talking about? " Did Master marry a new wife?” She asked but was left with no reply except her madams reaction cause she had her nails dug into her palm. "Wow, that was unexpected. I thought he hadn't gotten over you. But it seems we were wrong about this,” Ella said with surprise in her voice as she kept the makeup kit on the table. "Yes, but I can't sit back and watch as another woman takes my place in my daughter's life. I have to do

Seated in his sleek grey BMW in the parking lot, Bruce dialed a number, frustration evident in his voice. "The pills seem to be having an effect. But why would her father resort to such extremes? Is it not utterly absurd to try to control an adult in such a manipulative manner?" Bruce's irritation was evident on his chiseled face and stormy eyes. How could a father stoop so low as to exert such control over his own daughter? To dominate her life and subject her to physical abuse as if she were a stranger? Did he possess any atom of a conscience in him? "Just continue giving the pills to her daily for the next five days. I believe you'll notice a change in her behavior. Her submissive demeanor is not natural. It's one thing to cower before abusive parents as a child, but it's entirely different when an abusive parent strips away your rights as an adult, leaving you powerless except to shed tears. It's truly disturbing," a composed voice advised from the other end of the line.

About an hour or two after Bruce had left the house, Stacy surprisingly started feeling itchy all over so she got up from the bed to have a shower after having a long nap. It seems the drugs the doctor had prescribed and given to her were already working cause the fever didn't have that much effect on her body any longer. She got out of the blanket and tied her long black hair into a messy bun. She slowly slid out of her ripped-off dress and turned around to go into the bathroom but was shocked to find one of the bodyguards she had seen earlier when she came into the mansion that morning standing right before her! Stuttering she asked… "W-what are you doing here?” Stacy gasped, clutching her ripped-off dress together as she reached out for the bedspread on the bed. "Nothing. I'm just standing. Not looking,” He responded with a firm face, and his nose in the air. He truly wasn't looking at her. But what the hell was he doing in the room? "I need you to leave, I need my pr

"It's nothing?" he inquired. "Yes, it's nothing, haha," Stacy chuckled, trying to contain the playful young girl who was squirming in her grasp. "I see... You're certain?" Bruce questioned again, a hint of suspicion in his raised brow. "Yes, absolutely," Stacy affirmed with a nervous smile. "We were just having some fun while you were away." "Alright then,” He nodded, diverting his attention to Cherry. "Pookie, it's getting late. You should head to your room now," Bruce advised Cherry. Stacy shook her head slightly. "Oh no, if Cherry goes to her room then it means...I and Mr. Yates would remain here and we will have to sleep on the same bed?!” "So soon?! But I just got here. I've already had my bath and everything. I want to sleep next to my new mommy on the bed," Cherry protested, crossing her arms and pouting as she climbed onto the bed. Okay," Bruce agreed. "Really?" a radiant smile illuminated Cherry's face, her gray eyes mirroring Bruce's own widened in delight