Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 90 - 90: Wishful Thinking



I’ve said it before, if you want it, I’ll give it to you!

You said you didn’t want it, asked me if I wanted it, found out that I did, and then you said you wanted it.

How does this feeling of being robbed by someone feel so uncomfortable?

When I offered it to him earlier, I was psychologically prepared, so the discomfort was lessened.

But now, after expressing my desire for the car, I thought Adrian Zhekova wouldn’t want it anymore.

Who would have known that he was just waiting to snatch it away!

That’s just too much!

No wonder they all say Adrian Zhekova is narrow-minded!

He used to think that the esteemed heir of the Zhekova Family couldn’t possibly be that petty.

Today, he has finally witnessed it for himself.

He’s so damn narrow-minded!

Not only is he narrow-minded, but he also bullies others!

However, Wyatt Kirk couldn’t say anything, nor could he protest.

He could only look at Adrian Zhekova, with a pitiful expression on his face, almost bursting into tears.

The store manager, seeing Wyatt’s miserable condition, secretly felt sorry for him.

He thought to himself that today, Mr. Kirk would not be able to buy the car.

Adrian Zhekova turned to the store manager again and asked, “To confirm, there are ten in the world and only nine left?”

The store manager immediately replied, “I heard they have all been reserved by others. ”

“I don’t want to hear ‘I heard’, I want confirmation,” said Adrian Zhekova.

“Please wait a moment, I will go and ask.” The store manager hurriedly went to confirm the availability.

Cindy, feeling embarrassed, came over and whispered, “Are you really going to buy it?”

Adrian Zhekova didn’t lower his voice, “I didn’t want to buy it, but someone else wants it, right?”

Wyatt Kirk was on the verge of tears, “Master Adrian, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I really shouldn’t have looked down on your… girlfriend?”

Wyatt Kirk asked tentatively.

Morgan Clarke widened his eyes, Cindy is not Adrian Zhekova’s girlfriend!

Although Adrian Zhekova had helped him, he still could not let Adrian Zhekova take advantage of his sister!

Morgan Clarke was about to refute, but Adrian Zhekova covered his mouth.

“Mmm!” Morgan Clarke protested aloud.

Adrian Zhekova didn’t give him a chance to rebuttal, held his mouth firmly and said to Wyatt Kirk, “None of your business!”

Just now, Wyatt Kirk was too nervous to notice.

Now, watching Adrian Zhekova holding Morgan Clarke.

These two faces, one big and one small…

Holy shit!

It seems like he has discovered some earth-shattering secret!

Will he be silenced?!

No wonder Adrian Zhekova is so protective of them and doesn’t let him ask questions!

Could it be… could it be that Adrian Zhekova has a secret lover?

Wyatt Kirk found it strange. Adrian Zhekova was single; why couldn’t he be open and aboveboard about his relationships? Did he need to sneak around?

Could it be that their family backgrounds were incompatible, and the Zhekova Family objected?

Forget it, anyway, he couldn’t guess Adrian Zhekova’s mysterious thoughts.

Wyatt Kirk secretly pondered, if Adrian Zhekova bullied him too much, could he reveal this handle to the Zhekova Family?

Cindy, feeling embarrassed, whispered, “If you don’t like it, don’t waste the money.”

Even if Adrian Zhekova had money to spare, it didn’t make sense to spend so much money on something he didn’t like.

Adrian Zhekova smiled faintly, glanced at Morgan Clarke, and said, “Doesn’t

Morgan like it?”

Morgan Clarke was shocked, clutching his small face, shyly asking, “Uncle, are you buying it for me?”

Who knew, Adrian Zhekova actually scoffed coldly and said, “In your dreams.”

Morgan Clarke: “…”

Then he heard Adrian Zhekova say, “Although it’s not for you, you can still ride in it. However, at your current age, you can’t sit in the front passenger seat. There are only two seats in this car, so when you’re old enough to sit in the front passenger seat, I’ll let you sit there..”


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.