The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1070 After Five Years, He Became A Good Husband

Chapter 1070 After Five Years, He Became a Good Husband

The rain outside the window was pattering, and the bedroom had a warm atmosphere. Mavis stood by

the bed, staring at a certain man with caution under the dim light of the bedside lamp.

They had been separated for five years and were currently discussing divorce and custody issues.

They should avoid seeing each other before getting divorced, even if it seemed inappropriate to sleep

in one bed with their son in between them.

But she couldn't bear to be that kind of person because she saw Alistair's little hands clutching

Anthony's clothes corner, leaning on Anthony's arm and sleeping soundly. This was a habit

accumulated over time. Alistair relied on Anthony, even though he loved sticking to her during his

waking hours and expressing love for her.

But when he fell asleep, it was whoever he subconsciously depended on that mattered most.

Oh well, it was only for one night.

The apartment was too small; there was only this one bedroom. She sighed and turned off the light to

go to sleep.

...

Morning came.

Only Alistair slept soundly until dawn in Anthony's arms - this familiar yet comforting scent of his

father's breath against him all night long. However, as he half-squinted his still-drowsy eyes open at

dawn, everything looked like black floral patterns under his blurred vision while his little hand gently

rubbed against fabric texture - chiffon dress? It must be Mommy's!

He rubbed his head against Anthony's shoulder as he sweetly said, "Good morning Mommy~"

As soon as he lifted up his eyelashes towards him though... he froze up in shock!

"Ho-how come you're..."

How come Daddy was wearing Mommy's clothes?!

He suddenly sat up straight with wide eyes staring at Anthony who wore an odd outfit.

"Shh." With a slight lift of his beautiful eyes, Anthony made a gesture for silence, "Don't wake her up.

She went to bed late last night."

Alistair immediately covered his mouth obediently while nodding cutely then scooted closer towards

him asking softly, "Daddy, how did you get here? You didn't follow your own rules!"

Last night Anthony told him where Mavis lived and they made a bet about whether or not Mavis would

accept him back into her life again or not. If she did, then from now on no more sneaking around

behind anyone's back, but if not then... he would have no choice but return home alone without seeing

Mavis ever again...

In response to Alistair's displeased questioning tone, Anthony lightly scoffed, "I said I wouldn't interfere

with your actions but I didn't say I couldn't follow along myself! My actions aren't breaking any rules so

where is my violation?"

Alistair pouted while grumbling quietly under his breath. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Daddy, you're strict and have many rules. It's not fun when you're around because I don't have much

freedom."

"Last night, I don't know which little kid hugged me and refused to let go. Now, he's criticizing me."

Alistair's face didn't look good, filled with extreme embarrassment and shame.

"That's... that's because Daddy is wearing Mommy's clothes, so I mistook you for Mommy. So, it's not

because I want to cling to you, huh!"

He moved his little butt, turned his back directly to Mavis's side, pressed against her arm, and slept

with her.

Anthony stared at the small figure that was away from him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

What a fickle and ungrateful brat! He just used things and people until he'd done with them. Where did

he learn such bad habits?

He coldly patted his son's chubby little bottom and said, "Go wash up and don't be lazy."

Alistair was very upset, his mouth pouted. He let go of Mavis muttering, and was dragged out of bed by

Anthony reluctantly, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When Mavis woke up, she was awakened by the aroma of fried eggs.

The small kitchen was filled with the sizzling sound of oil splattering, while she lay alone in bed.

Within two minutes, Alistair ran in with short legs and climbed onto the bed to hug her again, "Mommy,

you're awake. Daddy is making breakfast. You're ready to eat."

Mavis was taken aback, "Anthony... is he cooking?"

"Right."

Little Alistair tilted his head, his big head filled with confusion.

Wasn't it normal for Daddy to cook? Why did she seem so surprised?

"Let's go, it's time to eat!"

Just waking up and feeling a bit groggy, Mavis was forced to be clear and pulled out of her bedroom.

In the small kitchen, a man with tall stature and long legs had changed into his shirt and trousers from

last night. He wore a black apron around his waist as he concentrated on cooking, creating a

picturesque view with his back facing them.

Mavis stared in shock. The scene before her was so beautiful that she felt it was unreal.

Anthony... can actually cook now?

Compared to five years ago, he seemed to have really changed a lot, becoming very much like a father

figure.

This small apartment gave her a warm feeling of a family of three.

There was a smart and lovely son, and a handsome and considerate husband. They lived a simple and

ordinary life.

She was crazy.

How did she get the misconception that Anthony was a good husband?

A man who flirted with other women and enjoyed calling younger women sisters was clearly a complete

scumbag.

When she was lost in thought, Anthony had already served the last dish and elegantly removed his

apron before pulling out a nearby chair for his son.

"Have a meal."

Mavis was forced to come back to her senses and take a seat.

Scrambled eggs, toast, tomato and ham pasta, milk…

The table was filled with a sumptuous and delicate breakfast. She sat there stiffly without moving. "Did

you go out specifically this morning to buy these groceries?" she asked.

"Yes," Anthony answered lazily as he took a sip of his black coffee and looked at her. "Do you want

milk or coffee?"

"Milk is fine, thank you."

Anthony poured her a cup of hot milk naturally.

Compared to his ease, Mavis felt somewhat awkward having breakfast with her son for the first time.

She had no choice but to find some topics casually. "Your clothes are dry so quickly?"

"No, I used the hair dryer in the morning," he said as he served food for his son.

"Oh."

She lowered her head and ate pasta without speaking anymore.

Beside them, Alistair giggled happily, "Thanks to your return, I finally got to eat Daddy's homemade

pasta! It's sour-sweet delicious!"

Mavis was stunned again. "Because of me?"

"Yeah," Alistair replied cheerfully. "Daddy said that you might not be able to get used Crana's cuisine

since you just came back from abroad, so he made Western-style breakfast especially for you today!

How do you like it?"

Anthony split half of his scrambled eggs into his son's plate quietly, "Eat your food."

Mavis tightened her grip on utensils while facing curious eyes from their son before swallowing the

pasta in her mouth.

What happened recently with Anthony?

This reunion made Mavis think they would fight again like before – imprisonment, intimidation or power

suppression – but none of that happened this time around. Not only did he not lock her up, but also let

her stay in her old apartment and even changed breakfast according to what she liked!

The man in front of her seemed too good to be true.

As she buried herself into eating silently, her mind was in a mess.

Thinking about it carefully, besides liking to flirt, Anthony didn't seem to have any other unacceptable

vices.

He was tall, with excellent facial features and a good mind, and he was born to make money in

business.

If he had good skills and no domestic violence, he really made people feel very safe.

Now he can cook and do housework.

In the eyes of any other woman, he was probably the perfect husband.

If... If he can promise to keep a safe distance from other women, devote himself to the family, and love

his son, even if he didn't love her, she seemed to be enduring such life...

When her heart was shaken for a while, she suddenly heard Anthony's half-joking tone.

"You seem to be eating very reluctantly. Does that man from abroad often cook for you?"

"Is his cooking skills better than mine, which makes you so obsessed and absent-minded?"