The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2481

Nollace smiled. “Thanks for the concern. They’re all fine. How are you doing, Uncle Brandon?”

Brandon nodded and picked up his teacup. “I’m doing just fine.”

Colton walked down the stairs and saw Nollace. “Someone really knows when to come to pay a visit in order to grab a free meal.”

At that moment, Daisie poked her head out of the kitchen. “Don’t you dare bully my husband!”

Colton was rendered speechless.

Brandon laughed and changed the subject. “Do you guys want to have roast turkey tonight?” Daisie answered immediately, “Roast turkey sounds great!”

Nollace said, “I’ll go with my wife’s choice.”

Just as Brandon was about to speak, Colton was the only one who seemed bothered by the idea. “Roast turkey? I’ll skip-”

Freyja cleared her throat.

He pretended to hesitate for a short while and turned his face away. “Okay, we’ll go with roast turkey.”

Daisie’s smile intensified.

At 5:00 p.m., the table was full of food. There was roast turkey, mashed potatoes, maple glazed ham, green bean casserole, gravy, cranberry sauce, and so on, and for dessert, sticky toffee pudding..

Nollace was mixing the sauces while Colton was serving the dishes, and Brandon was fetching the silverware from the kitchen to the dining table.

After everyone was seated, Brandon felt touched as he witnessed the jolly and cozy scene, as it had not been this boisterous for a long time.

“Let’s eat!”

Everyone picked up their silverware and started eating.

Because Daisie was pregnant, she had been craving spicy and sour food recently, so

Nollace added some lemon juice to her sauce.

Seeing this, Freyja asked with a smile, “I heard that women who have an appetite for spicy food while they’re pregnant means that they’re pregnant with twins, so does that mean that we’ll be expecting twins from you, Daisie?”

Colton was deboning the turkey for Freyja when his eyelids twitched. “The chance of her being blessed with twins isn’t 100%.”

Daisie raised her head. “Colton, are you looking down on me?”

He glanced across the dining table at Nollace–the one that he looked down upon was obviously Nollace.

Nollace raised his eyebrows slightly. “Why are you dragging me down with you just because you can’t do that?”

Colton’s expression dimmed. “Just who do you think you’re referring to?”

Brandon watched the bickering from the sidelines and was worried that they might get into a quarrel, so he wanted to interrupt them but failed to even find a gap to do so.

On the other side of the table, Freyja and Daisie had long gotten used to it, as Colton and Nollace were known to have disliked each other long ago.

Daisie picked up her drink. “Merry Christmas guys. I guess a toast should follow?” Brandon and Freyja picked up their glasses, responding to Daisie’s suggestion, and under Daisie and Freyja’s watchful gazes, the two reluctantly picked up their wine glasses.

Daisie grabbed Colton and Nollace’s wrists and clinked their wine glasses against each other. “We should harmoniously stay together as a family in the future. I’ve always believed that all grievances can be resolved through a good meal. If one isn’t enough, then make it two.”

Fortunately, the atmosphere became harmonious in the end.

As night fell, the streets still looked extremely lively. Children were playing in the snow to welcome Christmas, and the surroundings were filled with laughter.

Daisie and Nollace did not go back home. Instead, they went on a stroll on a bridge, holding hands. NôvelDrama.Org content.

While they were doing so, the wind blew and messed up Daisie’s hair.

“Nollace, I haven’t given you your Christmas present yet, have 1?”

Nollace turned his head and stared at her with a hint of affection flashing across his eyes. ” You being by my side is already the best gift I could ever hope for.”

She looked up at him, and her smile looked as brilliant as the sun. “Then I’ll be with you for the rest of our lives.”

He held the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “Okay.”

“There’s a taco truck on the side of the road.” Daisie hurried forward.

Nollace followed her helplessly. “Don’t run, slowly.”

Standing in front of the food truck that was selling tacos, Daisie rubbed her hands and blew her warm breath at them.

The old lady working at the truck handed Daisie a taco, and she took it from her, eagerly peeled it, and took a bite of the warm taco.

Nollace took out his wallet and paid for the taco.

“Do you want to have a bite?” Daisie held the taco and shoved it up to his face.