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His cheesy words were making me lose my sane mind. "I would be grateful if you accept this. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. You are new here ,right? But I know you. You are Mr. Walker's daughter. But you don't know me, I'm Andrew Anderson. Future Chairman of the Anderson group of companies. Your father and my father are good friends. I have heard a lot about you from your father. And I was very eager to meet you. Finally, I got the chance to meet you." Placing the plate on the table he forwards his hand for a handshake.

Anderson observed with growing irritation as Andrea fidgeted nervously, her fingers twisting together in silence for the past two minutes. "Andrea Singers, have you come to visit me just to twiddle your fingers? Are you so bored with overfeeding that you've come up with such a grand idea?" Mrs. Anderson snorted impatiently, gazing at the once-beauty who had reigned over Vegas for years, now looking like a shadow of her former self. She found it unbearable. Andrea Singers had once been a source of her pride and boasting, but now she is the source of her mockery and ridicule.

He felt uneasy. “Won’t you answer it?” He asked, feigning indifference but swallowed at the aroma and how yummy the food looked. Avery turned to the tray on the bar and said pleadingly, “Please eat breakfast.” Anderson was tempted but couldn’t bring himself to eat in front of her. He picked his newspaper from the other side of the bar and retorted, “I said I won’t eat what you cook for me.” Avery balled her hands into fists to control her anger and said derisively, “Then I will force it down your throat.” Her hand was already on the fork and Anderosn knew that should she try it, he wouldn’t be able to stop her.

For three whole years, every time Vincent held me and told me to be patient, every time he said we’d have our baby, every time he came with me to a fertility specialist… It was all a lie. The only thing that was real was the pressure. The disappointment from the Don. The whispers behind my back, wondering if I was fit to be the future lady of the Romano family. All of that was real. My phone buzzed—a notification from a group chat. Sophia Castellano, Vincent’s ex-girlfriend, had posted an ultrasound photo. Sophia: Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can't wait to meet the baby, and that he's giving him a casino and a club the day he's born.

It was his favorite made by Wanda. Anderson poured the milk into a cup that she made for him on his birthday last year. And as soon as he took a bite of the pancake, he instantly dropped it. Tears began to fill his eyes. He quickly wiped them off and went out of the kitchen. He lost his appetite instantly. Anderson was about to step out of the house when his phone rang. He took a look at it and it was Agnes, he hesitantly didn't want to pick up the call but decided to listen to her.

“Protect me? You gave Poppy and me the unsold dog food from Emma’s shop. Is that how you protected us?” Nate’s eyes flashed. Emma immediately said, “Lila, how can you mistake our kindness for ill intent? That dog food was imported. If it weren’t for the fact that Nate felt bad for you, you would’ve already starved to death in the desert.” She brought that young boy to me. “Say hi to Lila.” The young boy, Olly Anderson, rolled his eyes and spat at me. “Ugly witch! I don’t want to say hi to you!”

His brother that was obsessed with cleanliness wants to be feed with a spoon that's not his? "You are really a stubborn king" Andrea grunted as she starts feeding him. Their little display of affection was a real dog food for the four onlookers. ******* Ben was feeling very happy in a very long time. She knows how to please and make him happy. He promised to keep her forever. Andrea's serious and usually expressionless face turned soft as he was obediently opening and eating anything he was feed. He didn't even acknowledge that there was no salt In the rice, infact he didn't know if it was over cooked or not, all that matters to him was, Andrea soft and serious eyes that was concentrating on

"Mr. Payne, that's sick. It's one thing to screw around, but forcing your own wife and son into a corner just to please a mistress? That's cold-blooded." "Dumping your family on a deserted island and forcing them to eat dog food? That takes a special kind of malice. There's no way I'm doing business with a man like you," another guest chimed in. "How can anyone be this twisted? Even wild animals protect their young. You don't even deserve to be called a man." A flicker of genuine guilt finally crossed Shawn's face, and he blurted out a defense. "Yes, it was dog food, but it was premium kibble. The ingredients are perfectly safe for human consumption. It wasn't going to make them sick."

Once again, Noah Anderson has me by the balls. I want to lash out and complain just like I did when I was a kid and he kept fucking forcing me to do shit. To go to his house and be a part of his family. To go to school. To get good grades. To stop fighting. To get my own business and be a good man. I failed. He should fucking give up on me already. But like I said, I know he won't. So I eat another piece, then another. "Veggies too," he says, pushing the plate to me. Goddamnit. I stab a fucking piece of carrot and take it to my mouth too, "Good boy."

I winked at the shocked boys as I dumped food onto their mom’s plate. “Yay, dad! You’re so cool!” said Zayden, totally impressed with me. “Yes, feed her like a baby. Do you know she skips breakfast and lunch every day?” informed Adrian while Andrea glared at them for giving her away. “Oh, does she? I think it’s time to feed her like a baby.” My eyes danced with amusement as I picked up a bite and held the fork to her mouth. “Open up, babe!”