---- appropriate as he took Adom over to the table to join his stepfather . There was quite a spread of laid-out, expensive -looking food he'd probably gotten from some fancy restaurant . Alex made a plate for Adom, who finally stopped talking long enough to eat. With Adom occupied , Alex lifted the envelope he'd brought down with him and started pulling things out of it.
"These are my real estate holdings : company shares, bank accounts, and life insurance." "What is this, betrothal gifts?" Ashly's stepfather interrupted, glaring at him. Alex laid it all down on the table, pushed it towards him, and corrected him with a winning smile, " Consider it, my dowry." "You think I'm just going to accept you into my family? No, I don't approve." "You can reject me, Man," Alex agreed, "but I'm not going to leave this time.
Nothing you do can make me leave them ever again." He stroked Adom's hair and watched the child beam up at him. "But my sister and stepdad would be more than willing to accept MY Ashly and MY Adom into their family. So it's up to you, dear stepdad." Ashly Stepfather was silent, his jaw set firmly. But he watched Alex with Adom, watched them eat together, and watched Alex laugh at Adom's childish jokes.
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---- "Should we make a plate for your mom?" Alex asked Adom after they were finished eating, trying to ignore his future father-in-law's scrutiny. "T can do it!" Adom insisted , and then very carefully used his training chopsticks to pick out bits and pieces he thought Ashly would like, until they'd made a tray that was more than enough food for Ashly.
Alex only intervened occasionally to point out things like, Mum can't have that dish; it's bad for her stomach , and maybe a few more vegetables, hm? When the tray was ready, Adom said, "I want to carry it!" "It's heavy, sweetheart," Alex pointed out. "And I left Mom's slippers in the entryway. How about you carry those, and I'll carry the tray, alright?" Adom accepted this new responsibility with all the gravity a nearly eight-year-old could muster and went to get the slippers right away.
"Hey Alex, hear me out, young man ," his mate's stepfather said, before Alex could pick up the tray and escape from this awkward situation. He paused politely , waiting for Ashly's stepfather to continue. " You won't take my daughter away from me. Ashly is my daughter; Adom gave her responsibility tome before he died.
So don't you ever think, so hear me out, young man, I will never let you snatch my daughter and grandson away for me" ---- "JT won't tell her whom she can't see; I am her mate, her life partner, not her master or something. I don't know about you, man, but me and Ashly respect each other, and our relationship is quite healthy."Alex said it with acold tone, and he didn't mean it as an insult, but from the way Ashly's stepfather stiffened, he'd taken it as one.
"And I won't keep you from your grandson, either. But seeing them means seeing me too. And I hope you accept this truth, Man, because it doesn't matter what you want; it doesn't matter if you like it or not, but Ashly is my mate and Adom is my son." Man growled at him. "You're not good enough for my daughter." Alex nodded once, conceding the point, which seemed to throw him, cutting the growl off abruptly. " Maybe," he said, "but it's Ashly's decision whether she wants to be with me or not.
Neither of us can make that decision for her. And one more thing, Man, before you, Adom is the one who chose me for his beloved mouse, and as much as I know Ashly, the late father, he is hurt because of what you did to Ashly and to us." After that, he bowed, picked up the tray, and went to meet Adom at the bottom of the stairs. Surprisingly , Ashly was awake when they got to the bedroom . "Adom," she said brightly when she saw the child holding his arms out.
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