<b>Chapter </b><b>428</b>
I was taken aback, “That fast? When did you get to Vista Town?”
“Just this afternoon.”
Mark chuckled, “So, do you want to grab dinner out or eat at home? Need me to bring anything?”
“Hold on a sec.”
I pulled the phone away a bit and asked Ike in a whisper, “Honey, do you want to eat at home tonight, or go out?”
“I wanna eat what Jane makes!”
Ike replied instinctively then seemed to reconsider as if a new thought struck him, and hastily added, “Um, actually, let’s not. I don’t feel like going out. Can we order takeout instead? I’ll treat you, Jane!”
I brought the phone closer, smiling, “You don’t need to bring anything, Mark.
Juste over.”
Mark agreed.
After hanging up, I pinched Ike’s chubby cheeks, “I thought you wanted to eat what I made. What’s with the change of heart?”
“Uncle warned me.”
“Warned you about what?”
“Uncle said…” Ike mumbled, “Not to bother you too much. If I tire you out, he said he’d go and y Spider–Man!”
“y Spider–Man?”
“Yup!” Ike nodded his little head, his eyes rolling around, “Jane, can you protect Spider–Man?”
These two, one’s talking nonsense and the other’s buying it. Aren’t they afraid of leaving some psychological scars on the kid?
Seeing me silent, Ikeid his head on myp, looking up, “Jane, <b>is </b><b>someone </bing over? Who is it?”
09:09
“A friend.”
“A friend??” Some radar in Ike went off, he suddenly perked up, asking, “What kind of friend, like my uncle, or like my dad?”
“What’s the difference?”
“The difference between old and not old.”
I couldn’t help butugh. “Your dad’s old?”
“Hmm… not really old.” Ike answered seriously, “It’s just that mom often calls him a relic, a remnant of feudal times.”
I burst outughing. I had no idea Edith had such a sharp tongue, on par with Gregory. She didn’t hold back when it came to her husband, either.
Ike didn’t forget the main question, speaking crisply, “Jane, you haven’t answered my question!”
“Ah, he’s not old, more like your uncle kind of friend.”
Little Ike scrambled off myp, marching out with his tiny legs, his slippers flying off one foot.
“Where are you off to?”
“I suddenly need to pee!”
“We have a bathroom here…”
“No, Jane, I… I…..”
I scooped him up, assuming the kid was just shy, “Is it because you can’t undo your pants by yourself?”
“No!”
“Then go ahead, call me if you need help.”This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .
I put him in the bathroom, but his face was the picture of despair. “I… I suddenly don’t need to pee anymore.”
I was skeptical. “Really?”
“Yup! For real!” The little guy walked out <b>of </b>the bathroom, <b>looking </b><b>up </b><b>at </b>me with <b>a </b>gloomy expression, “Jane, can I <b>y </b><b>on </b><b>your </b><b>phone </b><b>for </b><b>a </b><b>bit</b><b>?</b>”
“No, phones hurt your eyes, they can affect your eyesight.”
“Please!” He clutched at my skirt, gently tugging, “Please, just for a little bit?”
My heart melted, and I handed him the phone, “Alright.”
He joyously grabbed the phone and scurried up to the couch, nestling into a corner to y. But his little eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.
Curious, I asked, “What’s wrong?” Most kids would dive straight into watching cartoons. But there he was, quietly switching to his own messages.