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Chapter 1145 Can Help Auntie Chase His Daddy

Chapter 1145 Can Help Auntie Chase His Daddy

Alistair grinned, "Actually, you've always been very pretty. It's just that I had a bias before, so I didn't ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

say anything."

Bryleigh looked at him with a smirk and was too lazy to listen to his flattery.

The room fell silent for a while and remained quiet for several minutes.

After being tied up for several hours, Alistair's stomach growled with hunger. He could only stare at

Bryleigh with a pitiful look and said, "Aunt Bryleigh, I'm really hungry. Can you give me a bag of

cucumber-flavored potato chips?"

Bryleigh gave him a cold glance.

He still wanted potato chips even when he was facing death?

And he even had specific flavor preferences?

Moreover, just now in the hospital he cursed her like an automatic weapon but now he was trying to

flatter her.

Seeing that she didn't like being called pretty auntie as her title of address, he immediately changed it

to Aunt Bryleigh, bridging distance and increasing familiarity.

Just like his mother, he had too many thoughts which made people dislike him.

"I advise you to be honest and not try any tricks on me. To me, you're just an ignorant little brat who

can't escape from my hands."

Alistair pouted his lips as his big eyes turned around. Changing tactics quickly, he said, "I know you

want my dad and like my dad, right?"

Bryleigh sneered disdainfully, "You don't understand what liking someone means."

If it weren't for Moore's injury making him unable to do this dirty work himself, how could it fall on her

hands?

Alistair seemed confused, "Great-grandma says when someone likes another person, when others

mention them, they will have stars in their eyes, and become very gentle. That is a very special feeling.

But you don't seem to show this kind of expression. So does that mean you don't like my dad?"

Bryleigh smiled without saying anything but there seemed to be deep meaning behind her gaze.

Alistair sighed deeply with emotion all over his face, "That's such a pity. I actually thought about not

caring about the past events anymore, and tried matchmaking between you and my Dad."

Bryleig laughed upon hearing this, "Alistair, you thought I was so easy fooled by you?"

"It's true!" He blinked his blue eyes, "Just this afternoon, you thought why did I rush into the ward

directly, angrily confronting you? I amn't stupid. I can secretly tell Daddy and Mommy the truth after

running back into the room. Wouldn't that make you and Uncle Moore completely finished!?"

He pouted, his heart crying out in despair.

In a moment of urgency, he overheard two bad guys plotting to harm his parents and he was so angry

that he rushed in without thinking. Now, looking back on it, he regretted it deeply. If Molly found out, she

would definitely make fun of him.

Bryleigh became interested in what the little guy was saying and asked him why he did it.

"Because I have thought about having you marry my dad!" He pouted with bitterness and continued,

"Although we had some unpleasantness before, you apologized afterwards and even bought me lots of

snacks to make up for it. Although I didn't say anything at the time, I forgave you in my heart. If you

hadn't teamed up with that bad uncle to do bad things, I would have wanted to help you pursue my

dad."

Bryleigh sneered coldly without believing a word. "Alistair, are you joking with me?"

"No! I'm serious! If I lie then I'm just a little fool!" Alistair whimpered as he felt like one for being tied up

by Bryleigh.

Bryleigh's lips curled playfully as she asked him how he planned on helping her pursue Anthony.

Although she didn't believe this little rascal at all, she dreamed of marrying into the Callahan family and

becoming Mrs. Callahan herself so that she could help Padilla Group overcome its current difficulties.

The more unattainable Anthony seemed to be for her, the more obsessed she became because there

was nothing in this world that she couldn't get if she really wanted it.

"My dad pretended to have a leg injury before but got beaten by my mom badly anyway," Alistair

explained calmly while analyzing the pros and cons, "No matter what my dad does now, my mom won't

be moved anymore because they recently had another big fight. I feel very sorry for my dad so if they

break up, I think you're most suitable for him since you've been childhood sweethearts!"

"What kind of conflict did they have? It must be pretty serious if you want them separated." Bryleigh's

interest was piqued as Alistair hesitated.

"Cough cough... I'm really thirsty... and hungry too... I don't think straight when I'm hungry." Alistair

looked pitifully at Bryleight hoping for some food or drink.

She knew exactly what Alistair wanted - a bag of chips- but decided to give in temporarily just so that

she might hear something useful from him.

She dialed the front desk phone downstairs and said, "Room 1143, please send up two bags of

cucumber-flavored potato chips and a bottle of pure milk."

"Okay ma'am, do you need anything else?"

"No, please send it as soon as possible."

One phone call can get it done directly.

Alistair's face looked a bit unpleasant.

It was difficult to handle. This woman didn't even step out of the door.

He just wanted an excuse to distract Bryleigh, making it easier for him to observe and escape.

Anyway, at least he knew the room number was 1143 now. It was not a wasted effort.

He didn't lose heart, silently cheering himself on and trying his best not to be too scared or nervous.

"I've bought it for you. You can talk about business first, and when the things arrive, I'll let you eat them

naturally."

"That won't do. When I'm very hungry, I don't want to talk."

He said so, but his mouth still rattled like a small machine gun.

Bryleigh didn't hold back either, gripping his small face and giving it a firm twist.

The little one's eyebrows were furrowed in pain, and he whimpered twice in agony.

His originally fair little face turned red from the pinching, and Bryleigh let go with a cold snort. "Fine,

anyway, you won't live for much longer. I'll tolerate your tantrums this once."

In order to appease him, Bryleigh had to continue enduring.

Waiting to get the information point she had in mind, taking pleasure in his discomfort.

Soon, the hotel attendant will bring snacks.

Knock knock knock.

Alistair's eyes lit up instantly. If he were to shout for help loudly while the door was being opened, there

might be a chance of rescue.

Who would have thought that Bryleigh would directly use a towel to cover his mouth and shut down all

of his inner fantasies with just one sentence.

"I am taking a shower and it's inconvenient to open the door. Please leave it outside for now."

"Okay, ma'am."

Until the footsteps outside the door had completely faded away, Bryleigh waited to make sure that the

person had left before opening the door and bringing in the food.

Bryleigh dumped everything into his arms and took the towel out of his mouth. "Here, they're all yours."

"Then how do I eat if you tie me up?" Alistair pouted, his little mouth drooping in a pitiful manner.

Bryleigh was not indulgent, "Don't take advantage of every little thing."

"Can you please release me first and then tie me up again after I finish eating?" Alistair's face showed

sincere concern.

Kids can be really annoying.

Bryleigh hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to release him from his bonds. After all, Alistair

was still just a child and even if he had his freedom, he couldn't escape her grasp.

Alistair didn't hesitate and grabbed the delicious potato chips, stuffing them into his mouth.

He feasted eagerly, with no time for words and definitely not for the formal etiquette his father taught

him about eating slowly and methodically.

Speaking of which, he had been tossed around for a long time and hadn't had dinner yet. He was really

very hungry.

"That's enough, stop eating and say something useful," Bryleigh took away the potato chips and milk

from his hand directly.

"Daddy loves to work the most, but mommy thinks he's an incompetent husband because he can't

spend time with her." Alistair said as he took back the potato chips and quickly stuffed them into his

mouth, leaving only an empty bag for her.

"Alistair, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll make sure you know what it feels like to get hit first."

Her patience also had its limits.

Alistair said, "Oh, well, actually it's because Mom found out that Dad has an unforgettable first love

girlfriend."