The President’s Five Children

“I am sure it must be because of that guy! Mommy mentioned the money we got as soon as we talked about the bruises all over her body.” Lukas soon drew the conclusion.

Meanwhile, he even extrapolated the whole thing from his own assumption-that good-looking guy must be so pissed that he came to retaliate against their mommy. That was why she got hurt all over.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

That bastard!

“Erika, are you sure about your fortune-telling last time?” Lukas stared at his sister doubtfully, “do you mean that guy is gonna develop a relationship with mommy?”

Erika was rendered annoyed when hearing that with her hands resting on his hips. She refuted loud while staring at him, with her chubby little face shaking, “You can judge everything about me but never judge my ability of fortune-telling!”

After all, she was well-known with the title as fortune teller Erika. She was confident enough of her own professional skills as a fortune teller.

She believed her mommy was gonna develop an ongoing and long-lasting relationship with that good-looking guy.

“Alright, listen to me!” Lukas cut in to stop the argument, “Erika should be right about the fortune-telling. It’s that guy’s fault!”

Lukas huffed, “What’s wrong with mommy? How did she have a crush on him at that time? What a stupid choice!”

“But what now? What should we do?” Erika asked.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Lukas still failed to figure out a solution. So he said, “Just leave it tomorrow. Time for bed now.”

Then they lay down and soon went back to sleep.

When Bonnie finished the shower, they were all in sound sleep.

Perhaps it was because of feeling hot, Erika, the youngest sibling with a chubby shape, kicked off the quilt during sleep. Her little fair soft belly was revealed in the air.

Bonnie smiled and walked over to tuck her in with a summer quilt.

After that, she went back to her own room for rest.

After being through all these plus getting hurt, she was totally exhausted. So she soon fell asleep as she flopped onto the bed.

When she woke up again, she saw the morning sunlight shedding from outside, under which her dark hair glittered. Meanwhile, she seemed to smell the flavor of breakfast in the air.

“Oh, girl! I thought you were gonna sleep for an era! Come on, get up and have some breakfast!” George, who slept in the room next door, sneaked in before she could notice.

Meanwhile, he leaned on the door frame to enjoy a piece of bread.

Bonnie turned around and sat up straight. She felt sore and pain all over while complaining, “When did you sneak in?”

Hearing that, he huffed while posing coquettishly like a slut, “Hey, don’t be so mean to me! I am here to get you some breakfast! That was not sneak-in!”

While complaining, he still handed him a cup of coffee, “Drink that. It helps to sober up.”

Bonnie took it over to have a big gulp. She frowned when tasting the bitterness, “I won’t work today. Both my phone and laptop were broken. They need to be repaired. And I am gonna take my kids to visit some kindergartens. Stop fawning on me. I have no schedule for work today.”

Hearing that, George looked upset.

If she refused to work, all his efforts to fly here had gone in vain.

“Well, I can start to work tomorrow, I assume. You arrived here last night, right? Take some time to get over the jet lag. I am leaving with my kids.”

After that, she put on a taffeta ankle-length dress and a black blazer to cover all those bruises and the wound in case she embarrassed herself in the kindergarten.

“Come on, let’s go.” Holding back the pain down her ankle, she left with the kids.

As soon as she walked out of the hotel, Bella rushed in.

She took off the sunglasses and reached out her hand to the front desk lady, “Where is Annie? Give me the room card.”