Charming Mommy of adorable triplets Novel novel Chapter 1245

Chapter 1245

Naomi pressed her lips thin.

Anthony looked at the box of snacks in her hand and frowned deeply. “Nelly, is that… Francisco?”

Naomi’s heart skipped a beat, and she became nervous. However, she did not dare to hide it from her father and confessed everything. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Dad. I should’ve told you earlier.”

“When did it start?”

“Yesterday…”

“That’s not what I’m asking. I want to know when you two started seeing each other.” Anthony frowned.

“About a month ago…” she replied. “Dad, you told me that you won’t interfere with my relationship. I like him very much.”

Anthony took a deep breath and said seriously, “Yes, I did tell you before that I wouldn’t interfere with your relationship, but it depends on who you’re seeing. Nelly, Francisco isn’t suitable for you.”

“Dad, I know he has a bad reputation, but I don’t care about his past,” Naomi replied. This was the first time she went against her father.

Upon realizing how much his daughter liked Francisco, Anthony’s face turned grim. “Nelly, this isn’t as simple as you think. A man like Francisco isn’t someone you can handle. This is for your own good.”

Naomi could not understand it at all. “I don’t understand. You think he’s still a bad guy just because he had a bad reputation in the past?”

“Nelly-” “Dad, I’m an adult. I can differentiate good from bad. He isn’t as bad as we think he was.” Naomi pulled his hand. “Dad, please give us some time. We’ll prove it to you. I have faith in him.”

Anthony did not say anything, but he was worried. Putting aside what kind of a man Francisco used to be, everyone in the city knew about his scandalous past.

Francisco might have become a prosecutor because of his own effort, but Anthony did not dare to risk his daughter’s future

Maisie lifted her head and nodded. “It’s even tastier than the one my cousin made!

After that, she picked one up and sent it to Nolan’s mouth. When Nolan was tasting the chicken wing, she giggled and said,

Right?”

“Yeah,” he replied faintly. “When you eat something you made yourself, it tastes just average.”

Maise pouted.

Just average? His cooking skills are comparable to those of a five-star hotel chef. He’s such a humblebrag.’

Maisie blinked and said, “What about I make it for you next time?”