Chapter 95 Beautiful Mother Had a Beautiful Daughter

Sky regretted asking this. How could he be curious to know who the biological father of the child was,
the man who made Rose betray him and give birth to Doris!?

He shouldn't want to know. He shouldn't care!

No matter who she had the child with, no matter who the father of this child was, what he should care
about was his present life and happiness.

"I'm just asking. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me." Sky eventually gave up the question.

Nothing about the child concerned him.

He should have hated Rose, and the person who had caused their relationship to break up.

Doris looked at Rose, as if saying that this man was strange.

Rose reached out and touched Doris's head and smiled to tell her that it was all right.

The mother and daughter were sitting opposite Sky. His eyes tried to move away, but they fell on them
involuntarily.

Rose and Doris smiled at each other. The warmth between mother and daughter moved him. It seemed
that this was the most beautiful painting in the world, which made people indulge in it.

Rose's smile was still pure and warm, just as it had been in her childhood, and just as it had been when
he fell in love with her...

Thinking of the past beautiful memories with Rose, Sky had a mix feeling.

He began to wring up his long, beautiful eyebrows, and the palm at his side was closed into a fist, and
a painful look rose in his eyes.



Rose did not find anything different about Sky, but Sophie, who was sitting beside him, took all the
subtle expressions of Sky into her eyes.

The expression of Sky staring at Rose looked as if he had gone back to the past. Although it only
lasted for a moment, she still caught it.

They had been separated for a whole week, but Sky did not look at her with such sentimentally
attached eyes.

What Sophie was afraid of finally happened. Sky's feelings for Rose had not completely disappeared
after five years.

Her heart ached, and she was miserable. Bitterness and jealousy aroused in her hear at the same
time, and there was a deep hatred for Rose.

"Sky, are you tired? Are you hungry?" Sophie was still very considerate to Sky, and managed to be a
good wife.

Sky's attention was pulled back from Rose by Sophie, "Yes. I am a bit hungry."

"Elena, isn't dinner ready yet?" Sophie dared not be dissatisfied with Sky and could only find an excuse
to draw his attention.

Elena went forward, "Just wait for the old lady."

"Come on, Doris, let's go get great grandma to dinner." Rose took Doris's hand and her mood was not
affected at all.

Sky glanced in Rose's direction again. Sophie pulled his arm and said, "Sky, let's go to the dining room
and wait for grandma."



They went to the dining room, and Rose helped her grandmother to sit down.

No one said much at the table, as if all that had just happened did not exist.

"Sky, this is your favorite beef brisket with tomato, have some more." Sophie helped him with the
dishes and helped him get a bowl of soup with appetizing red tomatoes.

"Well, I will do it myself." Sky was still gentle, "Just enjoy yourself."

"I am your wife, and it is my duty to take care of you." Sophie heard Sky's concern, smiling, "I'm very
happy that I married you."

"You look thinner. Have more." Sky took a drumstick for her.

"Thank you." Sophie looked down at the drumstick. The smile in her eyes dimmed a little. She thought
he would say the same thing.

But Sky did not say so, which made her uneasy and astringent.

Did he not love her?

No, he wouldn't. They'd been loving each other for five years. Those affection couldn't be pretended.

But why did she always feel that Sky was much indifferent to her today.

It was all because of Rose being here. She distracted Sky. She seduced him, so he would be so cold to
her.

Why Rose could live such a happy life since she was kicked out of the Linder family?

Why didn't she disappear, so that they would never meet again?



And did Sky hear what she said?

Full of questions made her unsettled and she felt the dishes tasted stale.

No, she couldn't be knocked down by Rose like that. Otherwise, she would be a joke.

She must firmly grasp her own hard-won happiness. The one who could laugh at the last must be her.

Sophie put away her complicated emotions and cheered up herself again. She picked up fish and
cleaned all the thorns, and then put it on Sky's bowl.

"Sky, try this. It's delicious."

She wanted Rose to see that their relationship was real and she couldn't break it.

They loved each other deeply.

Rose didn't pay any attention to Sophie's childish means of showing affection, or even looked at her.
She just treated Sophie as air.

Instead of eating herself, she would help grandma and Doris with some dishes as if there were only
three of them at the table.

They indeed were talking and laughing.

"Doris, how are you feeling in your new kindergarten?" Grandma asked Doris lovingly.

"Good, I met a lot of new classmates and new friends." said Doris slowly, nibbling on the chicken wing.

"How do you get on with them? If anyone bullies you, tell your great grandmother, and I will go and
reason with them." Jennifer said affectionately.



"I'm so cute, they all like me." Doris was confident of herself.

"You narcissistic girl." Rose was indulgent in her reproach.

"No. I am indeed a beautiful girl, and very beautiful." Doris was super confident.

"Really? No. I don't think so." Rose glanced at Doris, then shook her head.

"My mother is so beautiful. If her daughter is ugly, would her daughter make her lose face? Great
grandmother, do you think so?" Doris's words made Rose and Jennifer laugh.

Who was she like? She was so talkative.

"Yes, yes, your mother has been beautiful since she was a child, so her daughter naturally is pretty,
and was even more beautiful." Jennifer couldn't agree more.

"Great grandmother says the fairest thing." Doris was smug.

"I don't know from who did you learn all this. "Rose reached out and pinched Doris's little face.

"From handsome uncle." Doris quickly mentioned Bright.

At the same time, Bright sneezed.


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