She calmly picked up the fork, "It’s okay, it’s not dirty, and now we should promote thrift. Besides, it’s his good intention." After saying this, she nonchalantly finished eating the piece of cake. Butler Shelby brought her a cup of milk, feeling indescribable inside. After Mia Lane went upstairs, Sister Zhou came out of the children’s room and told her the kids were already asleep. At this time, Justin Kingston’s phone screen lit up, the butler sent up a message— "Mr. Kingston, your wife went and ate the cake you threw in the trash." The message stung Justin Kingston’s eyes. After a while, he put down the phone, closed his eyes, and surprisingly felt a bit sour inside. But he just didn’t want to pay her any attention. Thinking about how she took in Anton Miller that night made him angry! Mia Lane returned to the master bedroom and saw that he surprisingly lay down with his eyes closed. She lifted the blanket and quietly lay beside him, not daring to disturb him. The night was deep, and the cool night mist outside drifted in, leaving her a bit unsettled. She startled as if hit by electricity, an unfamiliar emotion growing inside her, and after a few seconds, she turned her eyes to look at him. Yet, he lay there calmly, eyes closed, as if he didn’t ask anything. But her hesitation, in Justin Kingston’s view, already gave an answer. "Did you just... ask me a question?" She looked at him, her heart speeding up. Yet, he seemed to be sleeping, lips lightly pressed together, breathing steady. The night, gradually deepened... Mia Lane lay beside him, feeling bothered for a long time. She wasn’t old enough to experience illusions, was she? In the early hours of the next morning, when Mia Lane opened her eyes, Justin Kingston was no longer in bed. This was a situation that rarely happened before. She lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and went to the window, the car was still in the yard! As she quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs, just as she passed the stairway corner, his car was already gone from the yard. Mia Lane paused, staring blankly as she held onto the railing, staring blankly at the empty lawn. "Good morning, madam." Butler Shelby greeted respectfully. She returned to herself, "Good morning," and then started walking again. Why did his anger make her so anxious? Why did it feel like there were countless ants crawling inside her? So much so that she didn’t have much appetite for breakfast. "Mommy, what’s wrong? Are you unhappy?" Gigi asked directly. Dolly bluntly added, "Mommy, are you and Daddy fighting?" She looked up and answered seriously, "No, hurry up and eat breakfast, finish and go to school!" At ten in the morning, Mia Lane went out. Today, she planned to make him a cake by hand, she came out specially to pick out ingredients, as a gesture of apology. Her thoughts were still lingering from last night— Did he ask or was it her auditory hallucination? Just as she was about to walk into the cake shop, a hand landed on her shoulder. Mia Lane stopped and turned her eyes, "Anton Miller?" A surge of shock. Anton Miller dressed casually, white sneakers, spinning a basketball with his index finger, forehead with beads of sweat, and the fragmented bangs on his nose, unexpectedly looking quite handsome. "Hi, long time no see!" He greeted proactively, his dark eyes bright. Mia Lane glanced at the nearby basketball court and then back at him. "It’s been a long time, thank you for helping tutor the kids, Jonah Woods told me everything." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the noveⅼfire.net "How are you going to thank me?" His tone easy, asking directly, "I’ve been living in that small place for ten days, you won’t just dismiss me with a mere verbal thanks, will you?" Mia Lane recalled Justin Kingston’s words, a heart full of conflict. Anton Miller reached out and poked her forehead, "What are you daydreaming about? Afraid I’ll eat you up?" His smile was so innocent, rare good mood, without that rogue expression, like a shining big boy. "Treat me to a meal as thanks!" Anton Miller said directly, glancing around, "There’s a pretty good restaurant over there, great decor and affordable, how about it?" He had spoken to that extent, and indeed he helped her a great deal. Mia Lane had no reason to refuse.