Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Do I Look So Petty to You?

Mark's body suddenly stiffened. He quickly turned around. At the door of the ward, a tall man was crossing his arms around his chest and looking at him with a playful look

"Ahem -"

Mark coughed lightly. "I still have patients waiting for me. I, I, I, I will go to work first!" After saying that, regardless of what expression Samir had on his face, the man stood up directly and strode away from Samir. "Ai..."

Alora raised her hand. Before she could say a word, Mark's figure had completely disappeared from her sight.

"What, you can't bear to part with him?"

Seeing Alora's expression, the man at the door lightly raised his hand and closed the door of the ward.

After a bang, only Alora and Samir were left in the closed room.

The man gracefully stepped in front of her and sat down on the chair beside her. He gently opened the lunch box and handed the spoon to her.

"Thank you..." Alora took the spoon. "I know what Mark said just now was nonsense. I won't take it seriously." She lowered her head and ate the porridge carefully

"What he said is not completely false," Samir said in a low voice with a hint of a smile.

Alora was stunned and looked up at him.

The man's deep, bottomless eyes carried a faint smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Alora blushed and quickly lowered her head to continue eating her porridge.

Samir narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could feel that she was very reserved. "Alora."

When the man called her name in a low voice, it was a little awkward, but his voice was very pleasant to hear.

She silently hummed and continued to eat the porridge seriously.

"Has the old man been here?"

"Your fiancee was here too." She nodded silently.

"Fiancée?"

Samir frowned slightly. After a while, he realized that she was talking about Nancy.

"Let me do it," said the man as he snatched the bowl of porridge from her.

"I can do it myself," said Alora, feeling a little uneasy as he placed the spoon in her mouth.

"It's not like I haven't fed you before."

He shook his head helplessly and brought the spoon forward.

She glanced at him, then slowly lowered her head and ate the spoonful of porridge.

One spoonful after another.

"Nancy has never been my fiancee." Samir's low voice rang softly.

"But..."

"She was brought back by my second brother."

"My second brother used to be a soldier. There was an accident in the last mission before he retired. His comrade blocked the mine for him and died a terrible death."

"After the man died, his wife in the countryside couldn't take the blow and committed suicide. There was only an underage daughter left, so Second Brother brought this girl who became an orphan back to Rowan family and raised her as a younger sister." "This girl is Nancy?" Alora paused.

"Yes."

Samir nodded and continued to feed her porridge. "When she arrived at the Rowan family, I was eighteen. She was fifteen."

"At that time, Second Brother joked that he wanted her to marry me when she grew up, so there was a rumor that she was my fiancee."

"Is it just a rumor?" Alora asked as she gripped the bed sheet beside her.

"What do you think?"

"If I really had feelings for her, do you think you would have had a chance?" Samir asked.

Alora paused.

Although his words were a little cruel, she was convinced.

Yes.

No matter what, Nancy had lived in the Rowan Family for ten years.

If she really was Samir's fiancee and Samir really wanted to marry her...

How could it have been the Van family's turn to have sent her to his side?

But...

"Moreover, before I married you, the old man had already arranged two blind dates for me." Samir scooped another spoonful of porridge and brought it to her mouth. Alora frowned.

Before she married Samir, she had indeed heard some gossip about him from Elena.

However, Elena had said that he was the one who had killed two women?

As if seeing through her thoughts, Samir smiled helplessly, "Disfigured, violent, sadistic... These were all rumors that James had sent people to spread."

"James made it up?" Alora was shocked.

"Yes."

"He said that this can filter out many women who want to marry me because of my face and my money." Samir nodded calmly.

What kind of twisted logic was this?

She trembled, and a bad feeling welled up in her heart. "Then your two blind dates..."

"They were scared away by James."

The man continued to feed Alora porridge indifferently. "Remember what you saw on the first day at Rowan family's villa?" Alora, "..."

When she thought of the monster that James pretended to be that day, she still felt scared! That day, she had really thought that Samir looked like that and had really been afraid to spend the rest of her life with that kind of person.

... So, the two blind dates that Samir had previously had were both scared away by James like this?

"I told you this because I wanted to tell you that before I met you, I had already started to replace a mother for them."

"Do you still think that Nancy was my fiancee?" he said as he brought the last spoonful of congee to Alora's mouth.

Alora shook her head silently.

She raised her head and looked at him seriously. "However, even if Nancy was not your fiancee, she can still be considered your younger sister..."

"Why didn't you mention her to me before?"

Samir smiled.

"Why would I have mentioned someone who has nothing to do with me?" he asked as he put away the tableware.

"You married me, not them."

The man's low voice made Alora's heart skip a beat.

She lowered her head. "I thought... you had deliberately let her come to see me."

"Why do you think so?"

"I thought..."

"I thought you still cared about the fact that I had a child. I thought you had deliberately let her come over so as to remind me that you also have a lot of women who like you..." Samir's hand that was holding the tableware paused slightly.

After a while, he turned his head, and his deep eyes were a little helpless. "Don't you know that there are many women who like me apart from Nancy?" Alora, "..."

What he said seemed... very reasonable.

The woman pursed her lips, and after a long while, she hesitantly continued, "I'm sorry." "I didn't blame you." Samir put away the tableware and put it on the low table at the side. "It's just that." He raised his hand to wipe the soup from the corner of her lips. "Don't think too much in the future, okay?"

"But..."

"I still want to apologize to you," the woman raised her head.

"About my past..." "Alora."

Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her coldly. "Let me ask you a question." He looked up at her. "Yes." "Do you really mind that I have two children, James and Steve?"

"I don't."

She actually liked the two of them very much. "Do you mind that I hooked up with another woman five years ago?"

"I don't."

At that time, she had not known him, and she had sincerely paid for Truett. She had no reason to complain about his past. "So." Samir raised her chin and forced her to look at him. "Why are you so sure that I would mind your past?"

"Do I look so petty to you?"