Chapter 231 Sleepover

Ambrose didn't notice the flirting glances between the two adults. He gulped down the porridge quickly.

Patting his round belly, he leaned against the sofa with satisfaction. He watched Sophia clear the table with a smile, feeling very happy that they were having dinner together.

After washing his hands, Colin sat beside Ambrose and said casually, "I made the dinner tonight. I'm glad my son enjoyed it so much."

Ambrose looked at his father in disbelief. He shot a curious glance at Sophia, who was smiling in amusement. "Aunt Sophia, is it true?"

"Yes, it's true." As soon as Sophia confirmed it, Ambrose stood up and looked around the room.

Sophia asked him curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"A trash can."

"What? Why are you looking for a trash can?"

"I'm going to vomit everything out! Then you can cook another meal for me." For his cheek, Ambrose got spanked several times.

With a worried smile, Sophia rescued the mischievous boy from his father. "Colin is your father. A lot of people want to eat your father's cooking, but they can't. Why don't you want to eat a meal cooked by your father? Are you sick of eating your father's cooking?"

Ambrose pretended to wipe his tears. "You're wrong. Aunt Sophia, my father has never cooked a meal for me before."

Actually, he was just pretending. He liked eating meals cooked by his father and Sophia.

Sophia shot a glance at the man who was looking at his mobile phone. She held the poor boy in her arms. "I'll tell your father to cook more meals for you in the future."

"Excellent!" Ambrose exclaimed. "But Aunt Sophia, it's a pity that I can't eat your cooking tonight! Can I come over again next time?" Ambrose looked pathetic, like a child deprived of love.

Sophia's heart ached as she looked at Ambrose in distress. "Of course, you can come over anytime! But you should call me in advance, or you might end up waiting for me outside for a long time."

"Okay, Aunt Sophia. I love you!" Ambrose wrapped his arms around Sophia's neck and hugged her tightly.

Sitting nearby, Colin watched the intimate moment between

Jean Wen sacrificed herself for family interests. Before her husband divorced her, she made every effort to please him.

"You are inexperienced in bed," he said coldly.

"You! Give that land to my family, or I won't agree to divorce," Jean replied furiously.

"Fine. It is exactly what I am thinking about," he sneered.

dded, "So will I."

"What?"

Did Colin mean he would also sleep over at her house?

In the end, the three of them crowded in Sophia's small bed. Ambrose's occasional complaints rang in the room. "Dad, don't hold Sophia all the time!"

Colin ignored his son. "Why aren't you sleeping? Do you want Wade to take you home instead?"

Brody immediately shut up. Not willing to submit, he held one of Sophia's arms and slowly fell asleep with his head on her shoulder.

Sophia and Colin talked quietly. Sophia asked, "I'm getting more worried about Aaron. What else does he do besides follow you at work?"

Colin was playing with her hair. "He handles his own affairs."

That was useless information. He practically told her nothing.

"Can you help me persuade him to stop getting involved in those awful things?" Aaron seemed to listen to Colin.

"Can't you pay more attention to me?"

Sophia knew Colin was making fun of her. "There are many women lining up for your affections, all of them are willing to take care of you. Why are you asking me?" Colin spanked Sophia in retaliation.

"Let me ask you a question. You've already met Sandy. Why haven't you done anything? What are you waiting for? Or, what are you afraid of?" Colin was confused about this.

Sophia stopped fondling Brody's head. She didn't know how to answer him. "I'm waiting a bit longer."

"What are you waiting for?"