Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 1117

Mrs. Knight and Myra were stunned.

What the hell was this kid smoking, why did he say such a borderline word in the cold.

"Franklin, what are you talking about, hurry up and eat." Myra kicked the child under the table.

The child knew she had said the wrong thing and immediately lowered her head, picking at the rice in her bowl.

"I don't mind if your mommy wants to." Suddenly, Brayden replied in a low voice, glancing across at Myra.

Myra was not Franklin's real mother, but a child picked up by Mrs. Knight. And he was also overwhelmed by anger at the time. When I thought about it, the child was so old, how could it be Dolly's own.

"Uncle, are you serious?" Franklin suddenly lifted his head and looked straight at Brayden.

Suddenly, Mrs. Knight also stopped her chopsticks, waiting for Brayden's answer. Myra, on the other hand, had an embarrassed and expectant look on her face.

Brayden was silent, because he knew that it would take some time for this woman to accept him.

He was supposed to be joking, right? It was just to liven up the atmosphere.

When Brayden didn't say anything, Myra's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness.

Goodness, what the hell was she expecting, what sparks could come from someone she had only met twice?

Myra shook her head and continued eating her food, pretending that nothing was happening.

"It's true, it's just that your mother won't marry me." Brayden looked at Myra, his eyes a little bleak.

He didn't know why Dolly had suddenly lost her memory, but he was willing to wait it out until she got it back.

"Poof!"

Instantly, all the rice in Myra's mouth spurted out, just in time, and sprayed on Brayden's face. Mrs. Knight and Franklin were both stunned.

"Well, I'm done eating, so I'm going to my room." Mrs. Knight said suddenly.

"I've finished eating, too." Franklin rushed to escape.

At the table, Brayden and Myra were the only two people left.

"That, sorry, I didn't mean to." Myra rushed to Brayden's side, picked up the napkin next to him and wiped the man's face.

Brayden looked at the woman in front of him, full of affection, Myra suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and her hand unconsciously shook a little.

"That, Mr. Kirkland, I'm sorry, why don't you go wash your face." Myra hurriedly said.

If he continued to look at her, her whole face would have to be red outside the universe.

"Okay, then you can wash it for me." Brayden whispered.

Instantly, Myra was confused. What kind of reasoning is that? What's the point of having someone else help him wash his face? Just when Myra was still hesitating how to refuse him, Brayden made a strong effort, pulled Myra up and walked to the bathroom.

"Help me wash my face." Brayden repeated.

Myra was a little hesitant and embarrassed, but looking at the dirty face, or her own work, Myra finally picked up the towel next to her, dipped it in some water, approached Brayden, stood on her tiptoes, and wiped the man's face.

Brayden half-crouched, trying to level with the woman to make it easier for her.

Myra scrubbed very carefully, from lips to nose, to eyes, and forehead, every place several times.

People in the city are not like people in the mountain villages, they are very careful and clean. This is what Mrs. Knight told her before.

Familiar eyes, familiar face, familiar smell, familiar feeling ......

The woman in front of him, Brayden heart moved. He deliberately put his face close to the woman, Myra froze for a moment, then resumed his previous expression and continued to rub.