The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Betraying Steven

“Natalie?”

“Yes.”

Steven, who was in the car, slapped himself on the forehead. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

How could I forget about Natalie, of all people? I should’ve known from the beginning that they went to see Natalie!

“Ms. Nichols, could you please send me your address? I will come immediately and pick them up.”

Natalie glanced at the two kids’ chubby faces. “Yes. I’ll send you the location. Sophia and Franklin are safe with me, so you can come later.”

“But…”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, not at all.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Although Steven was not the head of the family, he was still the second young master of the Bowers family. However, he was no match for Natalie.

This woman is not only able to handle the two little ones, but Sam treats her differently, too. She’s not just anyone.

Steven gave Samuel a call right after knowing that Sophia and Franklin were safe.

“Sam, they’re at Natalie’s house. I’ll go over later to pick them up,” said Steven.

“You don’t have to.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll pick them up myself.” The corners of Samuel’s lips curled up as he spoke.

“But don’t you have a video conference with Epea?”

“Yes, so you’ll do it.”

Steven was rendered speechless.

Does Sam no longer trust me with taking care of the children? Fine, I’ll take care of the meeting. Having a meeting with the senior executives from Epea is so much easier than taking care of those two naughty children.

It did not take long for the food to arrive.

Natalie placed the fried chicken, fries, and drinks on the table.

The two children stared at the delicious fried chicken but did not reach out to take it.

“Why are you guys not eating?”

“Is this good? We haven’t eaten it before.” Franklin pointed at the crispy fried chicken and asked.

Sophia was also looking at the strange food in front of her with a confused face.

Natalie was speechless when she saw the clueless expression on the kids’ faces.

Why is the Bowers family so strict? The two of them are already five years old. How could they have never had any fried food?

“Of course it’s delicious!” said Natalie.

Upon hearing Natalie’s words, the two children each picked up a piece of fried chicken and took a bite.

They were immediately amazed when they tasted the juicy chicken meat beneath the deep-fried, crispy skin.

Despite being picky eaters, they fell in love with the fried chicken right away. The joy of being able to enjoy fast food was always marvelous.

Halfway through, someone knocked on the door.

Munching on a drumstick, Franklin said, “What’s going on? Didn’t you ask Uncle Steven to come later?”

Sophia was also displeased.

Natalie got up to open the door, and was surprised to see Samuel.

He was wearing a black shirt and was leaning lazily against the door frame. His eyes were deep and dark as he stood there elegantly.

“Why are you here?”

“Why can’t I be here?”

Natalie’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Samuel looked amused. “Hmm?”

“But I was on the phone with…”

Samuel said with his deep voice, “Steven is in a meeting, so I’m here to pick Franklin and Sophia up.”

Natalie felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but she could not pinpoint it. Thus, she could only step back and let Samuel in.

As soon as Samuel entered the dining room, he saw Franklin and Sophia eating drumsticks.

The whole table was filled with unhealthy fast foods.

“Daddy.” Shocked, Franklin dropped the drumstick he was holding when he saw Samuel.

Sophia hung her head guiltily, too.

Samuel frowned slightly and asked unhappily, “This is what you’re feeding them?”

Natalie did not think there was anything wrong with eating some fast food once in a while. She took a fry, dipped it in some ketchup, and attempted to feed Samuel. “Try it. It’s good.”

When Samuel refused to eat it, she did not mind and was about to eat it herself.

However, before she could do so, Samuel grabbed her wrist forcefully and ate the fry from her hand.

At the same time, his lips and the tip of his tongue touched her fingertips.