Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: Why sleeping with Dubious Man in broad daylight?

“Woman, are you awake?” Bobby coolly collected the watercolors spilled by Gigi and conveniently picked up the dirt-streaked Gigi, who stubbornly wanted to touch her own face. He handed her to Scott Harris and calmly instructed, “Uncle Harris, take Gigi to wash her hands. It’s not good if she accidentally eats the watercolor on her hands.”

“Alright, Young Master.” Scott Harris took Gigi to the restroom.

Only then did Bobby stand up, tidying the messy painting supplies while saying, “Woman, are you hiding something from me because you don’t feel well? How come you slept for so long during the day?”

“I…” Enna Clark felt her face heat up at the question, and the spicy scene from just now flashed through her mind. Feeling even hotter, she was afraid Bobby would see through her, so she hurriedly said, “I didn’t sleep well last night, so I took a nap…”

Bobby turned his head and saw right through her lie, “Woman, your eyes are wandering.”

“Every time you lie, you can’t look me in the eye. Your eyes wandering means you’re lying.”

“What does you not sleeping well last night have to do with the Dubious Man next door? Why would the Dubious Man need to sleep with you?”

Enna Clark was busted by her genius son without mercy, feeling extremely embarrassed.

The key was that she couldn’t answer his question.

Bobby’s sharp little eyes stared at her, just like a police officer interrogating a criminal. His gaze was so piercing that it was hard to believe he was only six years old.

Under the pressure of his gaze, Enna felt as though her little thoughts were completely exposed.

“Why did you and the Dubious Man have to sleep together during the day?”

“…”

Enna felt as if her throat was blocked by someone, and a row of sweat formed on her forehead.

How could she answer that? She couldn’t just bluntly tell him the ‘truth,’ could she?

Bobby seemed determined to shatter the pot on this issue, demanding an answer with the eyes of a small police officer, staring at her intently.

Enna, unable to think of a suitable excuse under his gaze, was at her wit’s end when she suddenly noticed the white T-shirt on the floor out of the corner of her eye.

She promptly changed the subject, “Baby, did you and Gigi paint this together? It looks great. Did you or Gigi draw the flower? Were you teaching Gigi how to paint it? What about the blue balloon? Did you draw that?”

Cut it out.

Did his woman have to turn the conversation so awkwardly?

Bobby clearly didn’t want to let her off the hook so easily and was about to continue questioning.

Enna, however, had already taken a few quick steps to pick up the T-shirt and turned back with shining eyes, adoringly asking, “Baby, can you give this to me? I’ll frame it and put it in my office.”

“What’s there to frame?” Bobby snorted.

Yet Enna cherished the T-shirt, saying, “Because this is the first painting that you and Gigi collaborated on, and you taught Gigi how to paint. I think it’s really good, very childlike and beautiful.”

She said ‘really’ three times in a row.

At first, his face was dismissive, but as she continued praising, Bobby’s expression grew uncomfortable, and he turned his head away. Although he still wanted to act cool, his reddened ear tips betrayed him. He frowned, irritated, and said, “Fine, whatever you want.”

“So, this T-shirt is mine, then.”

Enna observed his expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, she managed to change the subject.