Chapter 6 Be Nice My Darling

Lyla smiled. For someone to make little Gretel to be so dramatic, he must be handsome to a certain caliber. She could not help but raise an eyebrow and asked, “More handsome than Felix Smith?”

“Mhm…”

Remembering Felix Smith, Gretel thought hard and compared the two in her mind.

“Better, if not the same!”

Lyla laughed and could not contain herself when she said, “You little minx!”

“I’m not! He really is handsome!”

“Alright! Alright! Come on then. We must hurry up and go home!”

Gretel nodded and the two pushed the little shopping cart to the payment counter.

Meanwhile, outside the supermarket, Kathleen Turner was still clinging to Mark Pattinson as they walked out.

“Mark, as I recalled, you were never one to like kids!”

“Really now?” Mark replied with a question.

“Really!”

“Those shouldn’t be my kids…” he said.

Kathleen remained quiet as she stared at him.

Sometimes, the man was truly an enigmatic presence one would find hard to understand.

When they returned, Hansel had already cleaned and tidied the house neatly. Everything was organized and speckless.

Layla was so grateful to have such a good kid.

“Oh my darling! Thank you so much for the trouble!” said Lyla as she was coming towards her son for a kiss.

Hansel remained standing as his sight shot towards Lyla.

He felt something akin to his mother merely trying to take advantage of him.

Lyla herself was stunned and shocked by the look her son was giving. She ended up kissing him and she said, “My darling, be nice. I am still your mother, you know?”

What else could Lyla say?

Gretel was snickered away at a corner. She looked at her brother’s face and suddenly, the image of that man she met in the supermarket came into her mind…

At that moment, Hansel went and fetched the groceries the mother and daughter bought and was going to arrange them where they should be.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get the door!” Gretel cried and she happily scurried towards the door.

When she opened the door and saw Abigail, she smiled sweetly and greeted her.

“Aunt Abby!”

“Oh my, is that my little Gretel!” Abigail was standing at the entrance and when she saw Gretel, she cried out excitingly.